more things

planes fly but not

very high

the universe

has a cold laugh

the size of everything.

the thing about worrying

is like waves 

never forgiving

the shore

ducks make a splash

bigger than the sun

from here.

buildings loom.

time looms

the otherside

of the universe is just

around the corner

thoughts interrupt

thinking

clouds embrace

impermanance

little lapping waves reflect

the light

of skyscrapers.

infinity begs

respite

planes return

the sun burns

infinity does its

thing

and i can't let go

of my past

that has left me here alone

with my illness

alone with

ten thousand

infinities

Reviews

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. submerged in the debris ... of ten thousand infinities ... is a heart that bears it all and bares it all ... for you transcend every last ounce of the universe ... for pouncing on you ... and taking things from you that belonged to you ... and you reign ... like a melancholic monarch ... to whom all subjects have and will always surrender ... for in your magically simple profundity ... lies a magnanimous greatness ... and in your greatness ... a love that beckons all to love ... so that no one alone turns into a stone ... thank you for being you, coach, and writing this spectacular magnum opus that surveys all the dimensions of existence and brings forth the pain and the inherent dilemmas that devastate ... and that too ... in a very absolute kind of isolation ...

[OT]

this is brilliant!! the waves never forgiving the shore completely made the poem for me - they always return with the tide... coming back to harass the shore - so clever!! and then the last three lines sum it all up perfectly!!!

[em]

- this is truly - the shade card of isolation - like serah said - in all its hues and darknesses - there are your words - and in your words - there are all its shades - if one could see - even a millionth of what you see - and then express - a millionth of what and how you can - one would know - that there is a life beyond living and negoatiating - that there are - in fact - ten thousand infinities - that await their absolution - in a stray tear -

[Emily B]

your words get taller

[Kerry O'Connor]

Great progression of thought... I think I read this with my mouth hanging open in a most unlady-like way... amazed by each successive group of... and then the end. Powerful poetry.

[Ed Hart]

through the hearts of people we learn of cold laughs...the universe doesn't have time for it...and it is true that our past trails in our wake, but this day is the day that makes our tomorrows...and the thoughts that interrupt thinking are the ones to think about, until we see how they fit the infinite pattern of justice and love...hello paul