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I would not want to

Grasp the Eternal Moment

For if I did

There would be nothing

Left to speculate about

And all that I dared to imagine

In my life

Would be worthless/barren

And dry.


Who in good conscience

Would want to know what

A God knows

To know all/ in all sequences

Toward all ends

In all times?

For an infinite mind

All must be eternal hell

When the Cosmos holds

No terror or surprise.

To create a perfect Cosmos

Makes no sense

Not even for a God

Old and lonely,

Craving the other than that

Which It is, so it has the

Reason it needs to remain,

And to be.