November 12, 2019Poem
How long is eternity
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How long is eternity
When does it begin
To determine its own future
There is no impermanence
In existence
When nothing remains
Unchanging
There is little constancy
In revolution
Even truth is fleeting
A wall of indifference
Can still tumble
Worn down by the weight
Of its own struggle
Toward partiality
As every moment
Another pillar
Of modernity
Founders on the folly
Of its shallow foundation
Features and landscapes
Continue in evolution
Over time
Familiarity is more
Than recognition
It is a mark of respect
At the prospect
Of observation
As without the pattern
Of change
Witnessed
As a reflection
Of eternal passage
In your eyes
Nothing of substance
Will ever materialise