Image
In - finite
She sat at her desk, an image A man seated, black and white Youth pouring out of the portrait And across his face, a photo Of a man on a boat rowing away Mortality displayed in immortality And she faced the sad truth that is life As she looked at his arms His veins seemed to carry with them life And he was as it is breathing in that image I am, I am .. those words seemed at that moment To resonate, to exist as if written in that image I can be created, I can be transformed, i can be transferred I am energy, always existing As I would in an image … days, months, years What about God, The...