Third poem of the day.
I’m not sure how I feel
about eternity now
As an escape, it’s flawed
because you can never come back
As a feeling, it’s frustrating
because sometimes you just want to get on with it
And what sort of eternity
are we talking about?
Is it forever and ever
or change is a constant?
Is there a difference?
Because I may need to bring a change of clothing
As for the timing
wouldn’t eternity now negate everything that came before?
I don’t know if I can go along with that
I have things to do
(5 August 2017)
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