Infinity
.......and then he created untested equations,
arranging them numerically in the blackboard,
as he sipped his Ethiopian coffee. "Something
is missing......" he thought to himself,
as he anxiously held his white chalk;
there was no duster - he didn't believe in errors,
yet he felt that his equations were inadequate;
malnourished.
He wondered whether his equations would outlive
the Great Flood of Infinity, after the end of Time.
Speaking of time, there was no time - his equations
were eating away his mortality, like a group of tiny
black holes......
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
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