the meal you eat

(i sit here thinking
okay, i have the words

this digital heap
this mess of things lying around
exuding energy

they absorb consciousness
i can't get it back
a waste of my time but more-so,
a waste of everything

that's why this is so fleeting

it's part of a great vacuum-


God help us all.)
but
the meal you eat, now, soon, forever

it will be your last meal before you tackle
the infinite

now
is finite;

you see it
you hear it
you feel it

it's here and everything you perceive
is reliable in perception

the past, always represented
in memories that degrade
old magnetic spools,
paper photos,
wax cylinders,
they do nothing to change the past
it is also finite

everything else is


infinite
only can you know, what you've ever known

07/02/2008

Posted on 07/02/2008
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