Opus #10

It must be the most intriguing game

Ever, in the history of the universe,

To have been invented. Ah! Who—what

Mind—could have thought of such an

Incomprehensible scheme for his or her

Leisure? What mind could have espied

The limitless scope of the various sub

And supra-atomic interactions that

Transpire in the course of but another

Ingenious feature of the game known

As the millisecond or some other sub

Unit of the longer inconceivable essence

Of the game called Time? What mind

Could have envisioned the spinning of

An electron, a nucleus, an atom

A molecule, an elemental matrix, a

World, a solar system, a galaxy, a

Universe? What mind could see all

These things in constant, self-

Renewing, law-abiding motion, and what

Mind could have seen, amongst all of

This infinity, something as small and

Ephemeral as Me? What mind could

See me spawned, growing older, larger,

More wise to know, yet never fully knowing,

Its all-powerful, all-present being?

And what mind could see me grow old,

Wither, perhaps procreating along the way,

Die, turn to dust in a blink

Of its all-seeing eye? But what mind

Could also see that I would never

Die, that my true essence would

Exist as a part of the game for

What we might call—forever?