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.
Copyright © Bryan Thao Worra | Year Posted 2017
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