Immortals

We arrive at the edge of All, where Nothing stops,
or, if we look back, where Everything begins.
We need directions. Glitzy tax-free shops
showcase pristine worlds and a Catalogue of Sins
with the Tree of Knowledge’s photo on its cover.
Mysterious ailments nibble our attention.
We have no money. We are frightened. We discover
that eternal travel is the cruelest detention.

7 thoughts on “Immortals

  1. Eternal travel as detention -encapsulates the multilemma I am currently trying to unravel l’ll get there soon, hopefully without casualties along the way :) So, I liked the poem !

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