Everness

Only one thing there is not. It’s oblivion.

God, who saves the metal, saves the slurry

And ciphers there within His prophetic memory

The moons that yet shall be and those that have been.

All now is. The thousands of reflections

Between the crepuscule of twice each day

Your face was leaving in mirrors as disjections

And those it will be leaving every way.

And all of it’s a part of the diverse

Crystal of that memory, the universe;

They have no end its arduous corridors

And the doorways close upon your step;

Only on the other side of sunset

You will see the Archetypes and Splendors.

Jorge Luis Borges