Saturday, December 4, 2010

POEM: "The Stupa Is Grand"

The Stupa Is Grand

Minutes and seconds
blocked and re-blocked

time descends into a dance
moments of our lives

that you and I will miss
multiples that accrete

the spirals are important
the search begins overhead

strange shores appear to
the astronauts of the soul

somebody's got to go there first
we think it's all been explored.

© 2010 Rob Schackne

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