Degree drops from
The digital display.
Once as hot as hell
Now unbearably less.
There is a coolness
For the damned.
In the soft yellow-orange of sunset,
There may yet be respite.
For the meek there
Is nothing, not till
The very end.
They don’t shelter
In the glory of shadows
And the rising and the setting
of all things celestial.
Their wait is longer –
Bound in time,
If legitimate,
But maybe not their lifetime,
And therefore,
They may never know.
“If I die into nothing
I will forever remain ignorant,
Unknowing as to
My own fate.”
Amen
[And this will be the only true infinity. Timeless. Unbound. Nothing!]
©TheHairyTeacher2013