Poem 702








Too many
entities within
our Universe..
our future
timelines
hyperbranch.

Courses
of action
taken and
considered
both preemptively
and in response
are on the march.

Some lead
to promised land..
While others
to The End.
The Fifth One,
known as Death,
awaits us there…
But we are still alive,
so shall we carpe
all our diems?
But first, I say
my gratitudes…

Praised be
The Almighty God!
Who led His
children,
deaf and blind,
to Israel.

Praised be
The All-Seeing
providence!
Observing of
each branching
timeline to
The End.

Praised be
The Tree,
which grew
a-many
sweet and
bitter and
forbidden
fruit.. which
spake of many
nothings
(in their taste,
but in their
texture) truths.

At last,
Praised be
the joyous
miracle of being..
The One flesh
so closely
intertwined
with you.

My homeward dove,
my rose, my singularity,
my dark and pale
and deep..
my boo.

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