
“Eggscapism” by Duy Huynh
the end exists somewhere
near as Antarctic icebergs
or far as the red mounds of Mars
but it’s nonetheless out there
untroubled by patience or haste
exerting its gradual pull
upon lavabo tides
where my sins wade and wash
drawing me closer
through capillary filaments
wicking my liquids
that audibly drip
to an ancient slow cadence
into beakers of ether and ambergris
backlit by polychrome minerals
whose luminous facets
are turned toward the truth
here someday may curious
researchers fattened on
all the fresh wisdom
of unknown tomorrows
study my essence
test its ethical content
and learn from mistakes
that outlive me
(originally posted April 2013)
You had me at:
“near as Antarctic icebergs.”👍
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kind of you to say so – thank you
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Interesting argument.
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appreciate the comment
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Believe me, Grace will have the last word . . .
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so I pray
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Exquisite…and I agree with Mr Notehelfer–today, and in the end, God’s grace is all we have and all we need.
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thank kindly
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Most welcome.
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A mystery wrapped in your poetic imagination. I believe “the end is the beginning” as TS Eliot sees it.
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amen
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