The question still will not abate,
for what is form and what is fate
that we should scrye and correlate
effect and cause? This chain of states
we seem to be, when glimpsed in time
subjectively, in which we find
no start, no end. Instead, a kind
of thread, conditioned cause, that winds
in both directions. Morn and eve
are linked, entwined, each to leave,
arrive, or stay -- however brief.
No more than spring's, then autumn's, leaf.
Do we persist? Were I to guess
an answer, I'd say no...and yes.
3 comments:
Ah yes...how true and a perfect answer from someone who has delved a little deeper than most.
Thank you, Janice. I'm actually still digesting the fact that I wrote a sonnet... ;)
Well, not quite a sonnet -- it's only octameter, but who's counting, really? :)
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