FROM DUSK TO DUSK

A line, any linear progression of conscious experience, to the realm of the purely mathematical, is an infinite series of dimensionless dots! What a way to see the incomprehensible paradox of existence! The poem stretches the imagination to the outer edges of reason, but concludes with benign resignation, a surrender to the reality of ourselves that we cannot deny. Thanks for the poem, Satish.- oxygon 


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