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Limitless...

The scrawl across the stars, 

confusion writ large, 

illegible as the illimitable, 

like graffiti that adorns

the grand wall of emptiness, 

or dazed watercolours

on the canvas of vastness;

and though the universe

breathes within each

grain of sand that

graces every hourglass,

such the solipsism of man, 

that the need for centrality

blinds to ultimate reality...

◄ Ship of Theseus

Familiar ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 19th Aug 2022 01:52

Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful comment, John, as well as the poet recommendation, I really appreciate it! 😊

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JOHN F B TUCKER

Thu 18th Aug 2022 02:50

I agree with John, Holden; and think this is one of your best. The poet Simon Pomery explores this topic too, in a poem called 'Owl' and more recently 'Divina Lux'. I think you'd like his work, because with him there's always something behind the words, as there is in this poem you have written.

Holden Moncrieff

Wed 3rd Aug 2022 17:26

Thank you so much, John, for your lovely comment, it means a lot to me! 😎

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John Botterill

Wed 3rd Aug 2022 08:09

A mind blowing subject explored with great panache, Holden. Superb. 😎

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