It has no form
even as it forms the very basis
of all there is to perceive
It has no shape
even as it shapes
all there is to experience
It has no colour
even as it colours
all there is to see or guess
And to itself
it is even timeless
remaining ever the un-aged
from before the beginning of the beginning
to long after the end of the end
that none can escape
Break it as you may
into fictitious fractions
of past, future, present
It stays unbroken
going on and on and on seamless
leaving the frames inept
of all the seconds, hours, days,
years filling centuries
or the momentary moments
Until, of its own will
tamed by curiosity untamed
it stops untimed
- to gape at the faith
of a child taking first step
putting the mighty gravity in its place
- to ponder at the cheek
of someone taking up a brush or pen
to defy its timeless reign
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