Eternity And Time Poem by Vincent Cibelli

In the span of two hours what thought
To span four then one half billion years
Transponded. In less time a story
Of eternal love, sold to the romantics,
Climaxed and quieted. I in vertigo,
Beset by the latter envisoning the prior,
Behold and bequeath words of ego;
Words held in eyes closed
Arm in arm at blood flows end
Wether spirt in violence
Or rested in the hours
Madness aholds and lovers advance,
Shall lose all meaning earned
In the lifetime of whom they betook.
Like Badwater Basin desert blooms
Homer fains the fame of the Matterhorn
Though Kerouac now holds to mind
More meaning than eon or chron!
Who shall tell the more pius
The pontificate or the church,
And which shall last longer
The life or the love?