Unfinished

There is no place
in mortal world
where something
can be finished;
complete, all done,
locked into place,
where nothing can
be changed, added,
or re-worked,
except where death
has laid a claim,
taken hold, reduced,
removed – and yet,
that power is only
in this the material
world,  but even here,
as death transforms,
something new
begins, and  in
that realm where
time does not
exist, and all is
possible, there is
no end and so all
which is and always
will be, remains
unfinished, and….

http://margoroby.com/2014/06/03/poem-tryouts-finish-it/

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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