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Saturday, August 28, 2010

Waterfall


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.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeAugust 29, 2010 at 3:19 PM

    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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