Questions defeated by time – Fibonaccian poem
My
faith?
Do I
dream of
the grand words
ever told
by the scrolls?
Why do I dare to
hear the rumours found
in the hall of time –
where seconds have died
in vacuum’s rebirth?
Hope that someday we’ll find under
the seekings, the pieces from the
enormous puzzle we ever
dreamed to solve … to break it’s harsh chains
Hope that someday we’ll find the truth,
diluted through centuries of
history and people, that died
beneath their dreams and desires …
Even so, no answers will be found; nor dreams will break
the chest – where just words and tracks rest down, beyond the performers that reached closer to God
© Marius Surleac
Categories: Poetry
Fibonacci, Poetry, self questioning
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