just a fat or skinny piece of apple pie.—
Compared to the extent of time, it’s almost infinitely skinny!
Compared to the extent of time, it’s almost infinitely skinny!
So, I’m in my lifeboat on the
sea of time—
my own nifty lifeboat—but I don’t know why
it was assigned to me, my little slice of time.
my own nifty lifeboat—but I don’t know why
it was assigned to me, my little slice of time.
But a sea has no sequence, life
a mere strait shoring gulfs on either side,
compared to time's blank extent, almost infinitely skinny!
a mere strait shoring gulfs on either side,
compared to time's blank extent, almost infinitely skinny!
If I fall out of my lifeboat, I’ll
drown in the time
it takes to count to sixty-five
or so—who’ll be assigned my lifeboat then?—
it takes to count to sixty-five
or so—who’ll be assigned my lifeboat then?—
poor lifeboat, built of jetsum
salvaged from an old mother-ship lost in the tide
after it had left its skinny
salvaged from an old mother-ship lost in the tide
after it had left its skinny
track, eccentric, on the broad
page of time.
The book with my lost page survives.
Thinking of my life as a slice of time
that, compared to time’s extent, IS infinitely skinny!
The book with my lost page survives.
Thinking of my life as a slice of time
that, compared to time’s extent, IS infinitely skinny!
