Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Infinite in a Finite Time

The smallest sliver
Of difference, the smallest scrap
That remains unchanged,

The monolithic rockface
That’s only weathered
For thousands of years,

The ruined city
Obliterated by bombs,
Its hustle and bustle raised
And razed over decades, days,

Have everything in common,
Are nowhere the same,
And all crammed into this frame.

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