By popular demand – from Anna and Cheryl – another pebble into the emptiness of the void. A young man’s attempt to wrestle with the eternal questions that reside in the pit of forever, the emptiness of nothing and the length of a piece of string.
I had the time, energy and enthusiasm to wrestle with the substance of infinity when I was twenty. I wasn’t this cynical misery I now am. I thought I could make gold out of iron and divine the meaning of the universe.
These infinity poems were my revelations.
Nirvana or bust!
Infinity 10 – A pebble into the void
I am concentration surpassed
I am the rising and falling of insight
I am the hallucination of form
I am a fantasy of splendour
No thoughts do I possess.
I am the feeling that the poet knows
I am the strength of the warriors arm
I am the beauty of a summer’s day
I am the trinity of power
What you have of me I gave
I am the power of the circle
I am the pentagon’s mystery
I am the triangle’s meaning
I am the alphabet’s cause
But mine is no letter or number