A breach has developed
between myself and life -
immeasurably subtle yet,
discernible ... discernible.
I keep coming back to it
or, it keeps coming back to me,
a tear in the fabric; a peering through -
deeper, essential, within me and yet, also ...
flowing towards me -
a hint of my immortality -
to match existence, to match God.
I strongly suspect then
this flowing towards me continuously
has been flowing towards me eternally.
I turn another corner and know,
or suspect I know, there'll always be
another corner to turn, always ...
this being just another inimitable
stretch on an endless highway
to nowhere, forever and ever ... without end, amen.
O child of God, what destination lies beyond infinity?
On what date shall your eternity come to an end?