In the Cathedral: Images & Confessions

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I dream of standing on a high cliff.
The air is heavy with fog and hard to breathe.
Down below the waves rush
to greet the
land I stand on, but again and
again they are reviled.
I suppose it is silliness to think of the waves and the land as something alive,
because they are as dead as the rest of the world. No,
I am not a pessimist but a realist.
Life is a series of
intricate facts that can be perceived and understood
through a carefully applied study of logic,
Just as a the watchmaker can
look at a system of little gears
and see how it marks the passing of time,
so too can humankind understand
the gears marking the passage of their time.
Time is not endless. It will end
when there are no more who
can mark its passage.
That time is soon,
according to the doomsday prophets. I am
not such a prophet, but I know that
that time of no time is coming.
It must.
It simply must.
Whether or not such a thing
can be judge as good
or bad
is irrelevant.
Life happens.
Can’t stop it.
Can’t force it.
Can’t hold on to it or slow it down.
Life keeps on happening.
Have to make the most of it and hope
that the carnival ride
will slow down
enough to let you jump off.
So I wait for The Time.
I dream of standing on a cliff
over the water.
I watch the gears move with their steady click.


Published by psychoterrierpy

Thoughts and Feelings; Poetry and Prose; Ramblings and Prophecies.

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