“Since then — ‘tis Centuries — and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –”
– Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet
(The Summation of Time)
eternity must you slip free from primordial grip?
time-unbound steed, untamed by firmament’s whip
corral-free pure breed, running unfettered, unsaddled
everlasting is your gait in a race unbridled.
triumphant stallion, you claim a victory sublime
eternity: dark horse of the summation of Time
resonant in galactic gallop, your hooves thunder
amazed by your mystery, I forever wonder.
(time has neither beginning nor end, an eternity.
it has neither width nor breadth, an infinity.
our stint in Time is but a glint: finite, phantom!
the tint changes as we sprint across the spectrum.
between end-to-end, the specter of reality
is shifting shades; amidst eternity.)
heaven and God.
even and odd.
(c) 2005 Chito L. Aguilar