Wilyem Clark
03-26-2016, 11:43 AM
All of Man's works—from the crudest trinket
to the greatest cathedral;
all the writhing and writing,
the bustle and turmoil,
the empires built and the cities destroyed,
the battles waged and the peaces pursued;
all the burnings and bombings,
the freak advances
and the slow motion stumbles—
Do not amount to a fractional fraction,
a filing, an infinitesimal fig
Compared to the sprawl of the omniverse
In time and space and epoptic truths
As seen through a lens
(inner worlds and outer)
As glimpsed through a theorem
(mathematical sooths)
As felt through an insight and scholarly discourse
Wherein empirical wisdom reigns;
And still nothing matters! For the engine of everything—
The stars and spirals and gravity wells—
Will erase our commissions to the leastest and lastest:
The death-rattle thoughts of the final survivor.
to the greatest cathedral;
all the writhing and writing,
the bustle and turmoil,
the empires built and the cities destroyed,
the battles waged and the peaces pursued;
all the burnings and bombings,
the freak advances
and the slow motion stumbles—
Do not amount to a fractional fraction,
a filing, an infinitesimal fig
Compared to the sprawl of the omniverse
In time and space and epoptic truths
As seen through a lens
(inner worlds and outer)
As glimpsed through a theorem
(mathematical sooths)
As felt through an insight and scholarly discourse
Wherein empirical wisdom reigns;
And still nothing matters! For the engine of everything—
The stars and spirals and gravity wells—
Will erase our commissions to the leastest and lastest:
The death-rattle thoughts of the final survivor.