The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be” or “not to be”
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two “not to be”-s together
Where the bridge breaks
and you fall in the eternal chasm between now and then,
fluting forever in the heart of those moment
that within them you ought to live on,
and to die in,
like the tick-tock of a clock,
your appointment with the rest of your life!
your forever life in between the dots
that you did not connect
in time and space.
I thought something to be learned when such beauty perishes.
There is a higher togetherness we indoctrinate:
No time and space
no solid objects
only ethereal objects,
only love.
I shall remember this kiss,
this sip of divine wine
in a length-less moment
that now feels never ended or existed.
like I've loved you forever
without ever knowing you,
without ever hugging you,
without ever touching you in the material words,
in everything but real you,
in this forever very moment.
