Eternity Is Like That
After I knocked on the door,
And the philosopher said no,
I said, remember me,
and left--
Somewhat despondent,
But later cheerful in the reconstruction.
Over
Under
Around
And through the 3-D maze,
We interpret the world.
The brain is like that.
Eternity is like that.
The magician fools with his illusions,
And Schrodinger challenges
with his cat.
A tempest rolls ashore
Waking the dead.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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