The dream of time runs on
within a rush of linear power
straight and swift, its mighty
death approaches, gently hidden
in the many things we touch and see.
Can you feel it now? So light,
it trembles in a waiting grasp, a gasp.
Yet death is when forever opens out
into the silence of all ears
that never really heard at all
while still alive, within that
linearity of time.
Where cycles burst their boundaries
and angels sing ecstatically
in a stillness of mute harmony;
even now, when only one alone
makes the choice to simply listen.
Spiraling, this sphere of living light
abides in symmetry.
Yet within mortal minds,
that dream of time runs on,
illusion of a devastating stress;
while sun and moon remain unmoved
within this moment of eternity...
? Michaelette ?
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