Infinity Equals Zero

MendedFences27

Infinity Equals Zero

 

He lies there contemplating his fate.

His eyes are growing dim.

His ears will soon create a world without sound.

He has lost his sense of taste and smell.

Soon, he will be like the others

living in a land of tubes:

Oxygen fed into his nose.

A tube in his belly to feed him.

Another in his sex to carry away the waste

and one in each arm to keep him alive.

He knows that his hands are closing

never to open again

that he will be left with nothing but two angry fists.

 

Thoughts run through his brain:

He is convinced that Infinity equals Zero

and Zero equals Infinity.

That life equals death and death equals life.

The afterlife is equal to the before-life.

Everything in the universe never was 

and will be again.

That the nothing-but-space between it all 

holds the answer to existence.

 

He knows that in that final moment

when the pump of life stops 

his brain will energize its entirety

and the secrets of the universe 

will become known to him

as he slips into the nothingness

and becomes one with the stars.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2023 09:39
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments4

  • 2781

    Remember when we died in our sleep...

    • MendedFences27

      I have all I can do to remember falling out of bed. Thanks for your comment.

    • Doggerel Dave

      I have absolutely no wish to be tubed up - I'd like to clock off just a wee bit earlier...
      If I do get a fractional glimpse of ultimate reality on the way through that would be great...
      The mystery of it all is well embodied in your piece, Phil - thanks.

      • MendedFences27

        Thanks for your comments, Dave.

      • hzugman

        Your poem should make anybody who reads it get it done today whatever it is. Every day is a gift and we shouldn't waste it.

        • MendedFences27

          Thanks for your comments. I agree every day is a gift.

        • Neville

          hard hittingly ragged and real and with maybe a hint of an aftertaste I cannot as yet attempt, let alone, adequately describe, but these words of yours made me wince, smile and sigh simultaneously and several times over .. thank you for reminding me of why I fell in love with poetry Phil ... Neville



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