Absurdum Excedunt

Void, when the spiral closes
Just a vast of endless darkness
Like being buried in charcoal
But gravitationally weightless.

When all science fails
And the conclusion’s flawed
All of the mathematical method
Spurs like blots across the drivel.

Incongruent and inconsistent
Where’s the strict impeccable exposition?
For those who are dull minded
Like moths drifting towards the bright.

Eternity and energy in a fragile vessel
How can you sustain such accumulation?
Myths and mysteries drawn in numbers
Where the true enlightenment slumbers.

Advertisements
Comments
  1. I don’t know if it is just because it is the end of the day or what, but I keep reading this and thinking I don’t feel smart enough to understand all you are saying in this poem. It again has such imagery, like I am used to in your poems. I love reading your poems, though at times like these I feel that I can’t appreciate them as much as they should be appreciated. I am always here reading 🙂

  2. Hi there. So good to see your posting again. I like this very much. Hope all is well with you. 💛😊🌼

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s