Speeding to the Horizon, an Infinity Dichotomy (Pt1)

Speeding to the Horizon, an Infinity Dichotomy (Pt1)

There is little I would presume to dismantle
A plate of tectonic proportions for example.
Or a disjointed phrase.
Or a lucid remark
Or stroll along a parapet wall.
There would be great risk
Of failing or falling.

Here is the trap.
There is danger should it
Ever be sprung.

It begins with choices.

Who has the choice
At the outset, the beginning,
or in the twilight, the end of a life?

© 2018 Christopher Thompson

Event Horizon

Here is a hand drawn lifetime
Which I hold up to the light,
Just as it appears in reality.

It looks too much like
A troubled, drawn, mess.
Which beggars belief.

A torn strip of a B existences, 
Drudged in the gloopy syrup of time,
Slow and secluded, styled and misled.

Deceived and deluded
Dumb and derided.
It is a simple, singular blip in universal time.

As the three arrows pointed out,
Insignificant, as this life is,
Most don't even make it to an event horizon.

© 2018 Christopher Thompson  All rights reserved

Speeding to the Horizon, an Infinity Dichotomy (Pt1)

Speeding to the Horizon, an Infinity Dichotomy (Pt1)

There is little I would presume to dismantle
A plate of tectonic proportions for example.
Or a disjointed phrase.
Or a lucid remark
Or stroll along a parapet wall.
There would be great risk
Of failing or falling.

Here is the trap.
There is danger should it
Ever be sprung.

It begins with choices.

Who has the choice
At the outset, the beginning,
or in the twilight, the end of a life?

 

© 2018 Christopher Thompson