Water thunders over
the cut-rock lip of a higher bluff.
Mist rises from the pool below.
All of this is slowly wearing away
under the weight and pendulum of time.
But what is time?
Just a sliver of eternity.
What is eternity?
The absence of time.
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Ellipses
Crawl into that cavern
Behind the waterfall
That shreds falling light
Into diamond prisms.
Hang like an opossum
Letting blood rush to
The head so even a frown
Turns into a smile.
Reaching into the flow
Risks stopping time,
Pulling the body down
And away in a flood.
[Disposable Poem August 29, 2010]
Dr, Mike
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