Poetry – Infinity 9 – more – seemingly endless excursions

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I think this is the last one of these I’ll do for a while. I bet you’re getting fed up with them.

I had fun with them though. I was mining a vein of ore that I had homed in on. Infinity just enthralled me for ages. It was a very intriguing concept and seemed to underpin poetry, mysticism, creativity and life. At the time I was very into Eastern mysticism, Robert Graves and Buddhism – hence all the allusions.

Infinity 9 – An endless excursion

I am the courage of the abyss

I am the patience of the void

I am the deepest water

I am the roughest wave

Only the muse can know my name

 

I have allegiance to none

I am unopposable

I am the lord of all creation

I am the domain of the transcedendant

Could sacrifice move me?

 

I am a world of indifference

I am the whiteness of oblivion

I am the purple flush

I am the Oak gods mother

Who could have borne me?

 

Opher 1973

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