Rhyming Mount Imponderable [suite]

Of Time & Space     [fragments]         

Even mountains eons old 

With jagged peaks upthrust  

Whittled by the winds of time

Will one day but dust

  …

Dwarfed to insignificance

We school ourselves to face

The meaningless immensities

Of endless time and space

Knowingness (Original Sin)

To know, and knowing, know no rest 

From sense of self till, knowing less,

Through potent draughts we find egress

In drunken self-forgetfulness

And rue the while that fateful day

When innocence was stripped away

And finding self we lost the way           

– The fruit that rots – the soul's decay

Poetheosis

Is it such a heinous crime

To seek out reason, strive for rhyme,

The dizzying heights of fancy climb,

And like Cnut turn the tide of time?

Or is it Man’s one saving grace

That he can all the world outface

Then shooting stars and moonbeams chase

’Ere he at God’s side takes his place?