Monday, 24 March 2014

Run-on Idea poem

Words can speak volumes,
Turn the volume down I can’t hear myself.
Me myself and I, three in one like God or so they say.
They say nothing lasts forever.
What is forever? Is it the idea that time will last until our death?
Death: a passage to the unknown abyss of time.
What is time? Is it linear or a three dimensional void?
Darkness.

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