I am an old soul.
My nights are littered with debris from the big bang.
My heart, a gaping witness to lights emmitted from long-ceased pasts.
I have watched the void swallow my shrieks that would have shattered glasses.
Had there been any.
Once blacker than 'vertically aligned carbon nano-tube arrays', my eyes have aged now to white.
Where rhythm flowed, prose reside.
I am an old soul.
But hard pressed to find wisdom that time should have brought.
May be I am an elf, for human years, without fail, belie my naivety.
And so, rejoicing in this temporary immortality,
I shall sing of my choppy flames while ashes build.
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Modern Metaphysical Poems
PoetryWhy metaphysical? Well, because I love the Metaphysical Poets from the early Elizabethan era, and given the crazy age of technology that we live in, I think now is a better moment than ever to revive the school of poetry that merged science and phil...
