Remains
Life is what provides The universe with a perspective Of itself, A point of view That it could otherwise Not hold. And therefore Life is pregnant With purpose and meaning. A game of warm and cold That rewards you When you ditch your goals. Dante describes a love That moves the Sun And other stars. At your peril, Parse it into particles And thought. The moth orbits the flame In shrinking concentric circles Seeking liberation From limitation, But damn, it's hot. What is the part of you That remains, Even as everything changes?
This is a beautiful poem. I knew I’d enjoy this from the very first lines, and I thoroughly did right till the very end. It is a powerful, gentle meditation - much like a flame.
“What is the part of you
That remains,
Even as everything changes?”
Loved this.
Damn, Jed. I'll be reading this one a few times over. You essentially excavated a hole in my head and extracted my thoughts, my obsession. My only hope is that I don't burn too badly when I find the light.