“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.)

– eternity
is between
heaven and God.

– infinity
is between
even and odd.

(c) 2005 Chito L. Aguilar


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