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split infinity

Life is but an album-ed span
whose final page, the end of all,
without plan
Marks a pilgrimage, whose shadow
Every day of life is a leaf in history
 
No purpose to call
Save a wonderful mystery
no gold at the foot of the rainbow
 
And within this span
Of Nano years, months and days
Which split infinity
And prise time apart
Lives hopeless man
Measured twixt daytime haze
And dark night’s counterpart
A mortal Trinity
 
Of life,
As we draw life's sweet breath
To blow out the candle of each new year
And watch the smoke drift up above
We listen for the dreadful sound
 
Of endless dark.
We've seen it all before
As one by one our loves and lives
Exit for ever from our stages
Each brief mark
Fading on the forest floor
Our scripts the painful wages
 
17.jan.2009