Wednesday, November 27, 2019

On Going

What about it? What is it?
Does it even have a name?
Let’s call it what has just been

Happening, going, the same.
We could call it nothing much.
We could call it everything.

Pascal saw the infinite
As meaning he meant nothing.
Nothing makes that infinite.

If it were not for nothing
Waiting to embrace all this,

And plenty could not feature
As simultaneous shades
Through infinite finities.

While room remains in nothing,
What goes on keeps on going.

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