Incarnated Endlessness
The infinite incarnated
and I took my place in time
the abyss is my history
each truth is an inevitable illusion
a prelude of life
from something not created and unapproachable
I am what I am not
the unreachable depth in the words
what wasn’t said won’t be ever said
there is a failure in each poem
something beyond itself
sank and vanished years ago
like a flower
pneuma turns toward the light
the chaos of unborn words
impenetrable by the mind
a pathfinder of silence I float
between the beginning and the end
listening to the void
eternity sits heavy on me
moment that saunters on the ephemeral
out of my window
timeless memory
I march with what I don’t comprehend

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