Friday, May 15, 2020

of course
everything is ultimately
Does that make
everything futile?

Perhaps in a sense.
Yet the journey,
always the journey

from supernova dust
to DNA dancing, (and life, life, life)

to the Heat Death of the Universe.

We each surf our
wave of now.

I float down the river backwards,
I see memory,
I glimpse the now,
and the future?

To me it is lost in a geography
of physics.
Fixed and unknowable
or something more strange,
the future is
an ellipsis.

the point of living
of course
is love
to me that seems obvious

yet I think too much
I'm Eeyore on his back
floating downstream

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