We sail across time, following its unruly currents
towards an infinity resting on the horizon.
Tomorrow lies uncharted, and though we endeavor
to map our routes based on familiar habits and ideas,
we know that a change in the wind
or an outburst of rain
might send us veering off course,
fierce waves lashing at fate's hull,
unmoved by our prayers, wishes, and desires.
We plead for assurance that,
upon traversing
the precipice
of this moment,
upon which our ships
teeter into the future,
that we should be welcomed into its waters,
and not plunged from its edge,
for, like frightened sailors
we suppose our mortality
looms at the unseen ends of the sea.
But Time, like the Earth
comprises a globe
on which we live,
and work, and play,
and our ships become
weathered and torn
circumnavigating
its wavering tides
Then, there, at the close of our journey,
we will discover
the moment
of our first breath,
encounter
flickering
heartbeats
embarking
upon
silent
rhythms,
and the sails of our souls
will be raised anew,
for death lies
not at the end of existence,
nor at its beginning,
and Life revolves
endlessly
in circular paths.
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