Viewpoints

Turning your eyes to distant stars, You witness infinity spinning as it has Aeons upon aeons before you were born, Orbits and memories, oceans and dust. Wherever you are, but a speck, An ambulatory grain, sparkling, alive, Epitome of the momentary Whether a witness on a Vientiane roof, An ancient observatory in Beijing Or some sandy step in Samarqand Your true tale One amid seemingly endless stories No less, no more than any other. Dare you speak of identity and legacies? May as well debate the dreams of spinosaurs! And yet we sing, defying our future silence, The vast eternities pending Knowing our yawning cosmos has been Changed by far less long before And perhaps once again With the same ease as a Sunday sabaidee.