7 března, 2023
Tato báseň je pouze v angličtině.
Time always gets ahead of me.
I didn’t seize yesterday,
today is too late, what a delay,
and tomorrow won’t let me be
fully aware of my decay.
Now isn’t now anymore,
what was isn’t what it’s for,
as my thought is obsolete
by the time it appears complete.
What then is duration’s core?
Flow as that of a mountain stream,
linear though it may seem,
divides or connects branches,
parallel is the true scheme
looping as now approaches.
Memories, writing and sacrifice
to past and future reach,
overarching every vice
in the present us to teach,
that there’s a six on every dice.
Thus gamble meets the destiny,
our choice throws options to roll
and opens destiny’s loophole,
yet ties the lines of eternity –
double sided version of infinity.
Infinity is way too large,
it’s hard to know where to start,
how the inevitable to overarch,
since relative is bound to last
and ephemeral is always vast.
There is constancy of speed,
still, I feel the pressing need
to slow down arbitrary ticking
and skip to the silent feeling –
motionless, out of time, freed.