To argue with eternity,

Conceive that patches of locality

Can be extended end to end

To accrue to infinity

Misplaces values of precision

Blurs the qualities of vision

Contemplates with metaphor

To lose befores and afters

And sacrifices preciousness

Of less to more.

Einstein’s time and space petrified

Cannot capture laminations of the instants

That grow to manufacture our existence.

The glowing crash of a lightning stroke

And the angry after shout of thunder

To confirm it failed to claim extinction

Donates life and joy that we persist.

The evanescent scent of salt and sea

That suffuses dancing foams and waves

Weaves moments of unforgettable delight

Captured forever in memory’s enclaves.

To be active and alive is special.

No less a miracle than the universe itself.

Each moment is a glory quite unique

Time crystallized in jewelries of instants

That can endow only wonder and silence

In impossibilities to speak.


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