Footprints
Lily: The flow of time seems relentless, doesn't it?
Linda: Yeah. We can slow it down, but never stop it.
Ron: So what's this journey for? It seems pointless.
Lex: Such questions have no answer. We can invent many theories, but none really fit . . .
Ram: We need to discover that part of us which is timeless.
Ron: I wish I could believe such a reality existed. Often it seems like we're mere grist in a giant grinding mill.

At the Feet of Lethe - a graphic manipulation by T Newfields

At the Feet of Lethe


after the waters of Lethe
wash over us
and suds of eternity
cleanse our memory afresh
nothing will remain of us
except the beauty of wet sand
glistening brightly
for that I give my breath!

flowing relentlessly
in the rivers ah time
achievements dissolve
as we return to brine

each of us is a flotsam -
a curious assemblage ah debris
upon which entropy smiles
as new patterns appear to spring


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