EVERYTHING DISSIPATES

“It is very rarely that an ocean empties itself of its waters”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


Everything syncopates or dissipates,

Such is life, such is time,

Such is man.

Uttering a prayer or a curse,

Emotion or a statistical error,

Such is man.

Mystery within a mystery,

Matryoshka within a matroyshka, or

Pandora’s box.

Inevitable.

The grains of time are running through our fingers.

Not even our fingers,

Not even the palm of the hand,

Nor the hands of a clock,

Can hold the little grains of the sand,

Only an ocean and the universe can.

Like a child trying to keep the fireflies in a jar.

Futile.

We can’t hold anything or anyone.

Illusion.

Death is just the door to infinity,

Eternity…

Of which time is merely a

Snapshot.

Hope my snapshot shows me smiling along with so many souls that were before and that will come

After me.

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