POEM OF THE WEEK



ABSOLUTE ZERO





TERRENCE GREY





What is time?

The forward spinning

machinations of forces

far too grandiose for we

(the You and the I)

to satisfactorily comprehend?


Or is it a simple anchor point,

some temporal landmark,

by which all beings

(the You and the I)

measure with some

certainty the distance

by which our lives have been lived?


Maybe by the time the

You and the I

discover an answer

(no doubt an unsatisfactory one)

all time’s meaning will be lost.

The You and The I

will simply be as light and stardust.