The circles of time overlap.
You see with myriad eyes.
Rings in different directions are spinning
At variable speed,
Following the invisible spirit.
You already know about everything,
But dogma’s tightness limits
Make you indifferent to
An individual fate lost in time and dimension.
A single person in the turn of the wheel
Of celestial spheres is like
An ant colony crushed by a hurtling machine.
Goal achieved:
Created on the ruins of destruction.
The fear of passing glimpses
Is just an echo of scattered glints
Orion’s Nebula.
I ask and I’m afraid of answers.
I chose the unskilled objection
Rather than conviction about inerrancy.
To be floating in your oblivion
Like a discordant sound
in a harmonic chant
of everything is my privilege,
My existential plan.