A Letter on the Contemplation of Eternity, by Seymour

Dear Reader,
We write for our selves to seek nexus.

Where some crave eternity,
Deathless eternities
Wrapped in blank aha moments,
They confine themselves
To eternal figure-eight skating
Facing inevitable collision by repetition
Of interminable ad infinitums,
Endless tasteless meals,
Cloudless days nesting in a million sunny days,
Life rendered meaningless.

When in fact
Counting essential seconds,
Meaty intervals of tick-tocking clocks
That will eventually strike twelve
A last time.
Within those hour-borders
Joyful music peals
To rouse emotions.

In the background, hear it!
Shrilly faked orgasmic songs
Set adrift on an endless sea.

Or brief-life candles,
Grasping for interludes of conscious uncoveries
Always on the cusp of salvation.

A Strutting Poor Player

About Sy Roth

He is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry, Pyrokinection, The Artistic Muse, Word Riot and The Eloquent Atheist.

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