Deep in the hourglass of time
where grains of sand flipflop in irreversible motion
like photons speed-dancing seemingly infinitely
only to be trapped by omnipresent blackholes
And who knows that day is sleeping, and night is waking?
Who knows that life is death and death is life?
If paradise is a prism or a prison?
Uncertainty is the look of beyond what we see
And seeing is a boundary from which we are never free
where humanity will never get beyond the heliosphere
That our smallest gets smaller, so we never know
the immensity of the smallest, and largest beyond imagination
How may be eternity may just be an event horizon of illusions?
That our minds are locked with the mystery of God
who can never be fathomed, who can never be figured out
Until he deems all our candles are burnt out
after the continuum of living and reincarnating
when all this wondering and questioning become a realisation
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