Saturday, January 2, 2016

...some infinities do meet

I fail everyday,
a failure that marks
my obsolescence.
How many infinities
must pass before 
I am born again?
I travel between parallel
lines marking various 
points of meeting
challenging the certainty 
that only infinity makes 
parallel meet

I dress my finitude in 
uncertain colors, perhaps 
life will skip me 
by, but every effort 
completes the circle 
where desires die

Some infinities do meet,
but a life time passes or 
perhaps a second before 
we realise the difference 
in breadth, realign 
the lines and rehearse
another day

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