some things cannot be captured

some things cannot be captured

i’ve
been listening
to a lot of podcasts

fusing philosophy
with god like
power

raising matter
but my sense
stoops low

for if time
like nature
must die

can i stay
higher
on living?

as i paused
and snapped
this poster

posted on
social media –
it’s like
1984

a little boy
running ’round
in the past –

now
moving into space
& so forth.

& if time
has no space,
has no end,

then let us continue…

Another Poem by Skendong: Tribute to the Dark Lady: Beauty & Struggles