finite infinity

to a stone or a view i write
i lament all the clues i might
have spurned in return to a night
in a dream shadowed beneath light
in the vision scattered my brain
flashes and signals old refrains
mem’ries are blurry but remain
the ingenious thought in the flame
old smell of sea air crusted still
inside my lungs next to my will
not fortitude but my last words
reflecting melody and chords
to paint or play or be a dream
to sign but never spell serene
the salty brine to wash me clean
to purify the mystic deep
stark stone so slow yet still moving
wind so cold perpetuating
fire still final the ending
the water is always churning
the earth still round but not finite
the mind still foul but still has sight
the soul still out beyond this right
wing conservative infinite night

finite infinity

missingjosh

Lackawaxen, United States

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