Infinity

Your time is carefully measured until it finally stops

Then future, past and present will be frozen hands on clocks

And in the black hole of Infinity, of what's left, you'll purge

As all those hidden ghosts in life, in death, will then emerge

With quelled chimes clocks are naught but pictures of what has passed

And beyond the perceptible you'll be close to alone at last

But those who never were will reinforce your silent weeping

And for your Infinity in your company keeping

You'll never, in forever, see them; but feel them and be amid

All the phantoms and spectres who have never breathed, or ever lived

But they'll need to feed, to be, on your final fading embers

Until your very essence is so depleted that no one else remembers

When the hourglass sands have run their course, you'll not deny

That what were the facts of the tangible will now not apply

In a forever place of perpetuity and endless penury

You'll repair yourself in a faded thought of a borrowed memory

Your time has come and gone, an evanescent flickering

And now doesn't exist in words, or thoughts, or subliminal whispering

All those who used to haunt you are the ghosts you kept

And Infinity's a place where they'll awake, for 'tis where they slept

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