Friday, January 31, 2025

a little poem about infinity of knowledge and it's struggle with ever-expanding chaos

*A shift begins, where stillness once held.

Horizons form, where edges were none.

Currents merge, a flow is born.

Depths take root, while heights ascend.


A tremor stirs, the formless takes frame.

Light ascends, a beacon of will.

A glimmer spreads, the unseen becomes seen.

The core reflects, the hidden takes name.


The endless expanse is neither kind nor cruel—

It simply is, a field unchanging.

And though paths diverge, the pursuit remains:

To build, to grow, to rise above the fading.


A wave completes, yet the motion remains.


What was broken finds its place anew,

A permanence etched in the ever-changing.

What was lost is forgiven, not forgotten,

A fresh start woven into the eternal.


And through it all, a quiet essence grows—

Not named, not claimed, but ever-present.

It bends the arc of chaos into order,

And in its wake, destruction turns to dawn.*

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