snapshots of eternity

SNAPSHOT OF ETERNITY

while not seeking the grindings of a propagation machine

i feel the presence of someones heartbeat

although squinting silently out of my sunken eye

i still see the moon

even though i feel the baling wire of nature thru my hands

i hear the bell of time

not searching after an invisible temple of dispassion

i smell withered love

silly the bluish memory of my salad days

when my true youth sprang from the corners and shadows

on yon slopes where my comrades trailed with crowns of thorns in their hair and babble on their lips

and we

carrying a sack of compassion slipped out of the door

into illusion and futurism onto sunlit poop decks of a ship

sailing into the wind to become someone

all the time not knowing that ten thousand years from now

someone wont have mattered in the slightest of degree

even from the standpoint of digging up unanalyzed puke

and dust and bones and calling it the age of talk

or writing a million word revelation in a new language

about the ancient man who conceived meaning in a cherry blossom

or found forgiveness in dead reeds reflected in water

for never in all that eternity

will it ever become worth the smallest portion

of having loved

beneath the candy blue sky

boca chica key 1964

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