Unanswerable
Sep 15th, 2009 | By Martin C. Rosner, M.D. | Category: Poetry | 478 viewsMy world no longer has a rounded shape.
The giant cutting blade of fate
Facets it constantly.
Now it is a polyhedral New Year’s globe,
Slowly sinking towards the ground,
Reflecting last year’s light
For celebrants already gone.
Faint echoes of the party music
Linger, as it makes its way
Through space, to mingle
With the voices and the singing
That have gone before.
My question then, is whether
These vibrations, and the flakes
Chipped off my world, are conserved
In some mysterious process
That activates the universe,
Or do they journey on eternally
Towards transformation inconceivable,
Indestructible.
|
About Martin C. Rosner, M.D.: |
©2009 Martin C. Rosner, M.D. All Rights Reserved
