Time without end or beginning;
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Not meaning a single thing.
Area between things is Space,
Which is also depicted as
Limitless universe without trace.
Yet, our very existence defined,
Delineated by imports of
Time and Space confined.
Between options of open and closed,
We now live lives
In neatly packed rows.
To transcend, I'd rather choose,
And contented containerization,
I yearn to refuse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poignat thoughts...good write...10