Numbers

“…one day is like a thousand years” ~ 2 Peter 3:8

Water and its hundred, hundred thousand filaments sieved,
wind and its hundred, hundred thousand braided tongues—

Summer and its hundred, hundred thousand saffron buds,
winter and its hundred, hundred thousand crystal veins—

The goddess’ hundred, hundred thousand sinuous arms,
the golden wheel and its hundred, hundred thousand spokes

that turn a slow hour into an instant, centuries
into sparks dwindling rapidly into the dark—

Impossible to reckon, impossible to count.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Inheritance.

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