Poem 2

By TimeMaster | Journal of an Alchemist | 29 Mar 2019

Here I am again,
stepping on the fingers of eternity.
Wanting to transcend beyond this
ephemeral existence.

There is no before, no after,
I'm just what I am,
a piece of dust mixed with the infinite.

Yesterday is today, today is yesterday and tomorrow,
tomorrow will be yesterday.
The continuous circle of eternity
transmuted into three words, three times.

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TimeMaster

I'm an admirer of Pablo Neruda's poetry and Serrat's songs. Walt Whitman made me a path of Leaves of Grass, to reach the edge of infinity. Since then I am a citizen of the world.