Measure Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Measure



are we measuring time
or is time measuring us?

how old is time? where is its
head and where's the tail?
its beginning if not the end?

does it go in a round or
in a straight path? does it
need space to realise
its own identity?

are we measuring time
or is time measuring us?

how old am i? where is the
head and tail of this state of
being, this consciousness?

is it longer than time? Is it as old
and large as the universe?

if everything becomes sterile
100 years on, earth will be
as quiet and red as mars
time as ever goes on, a
measure of the unviverse

will time be sleeping then
in the bossom of our consciousness?

or will we be sleeping in its bossom
instead, waiting to be resurrected,
a component of matter, of time?

a pendulum that goes to and fro,
to and fro, to help us get a grasp
of the universe and its workings

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dawn Fuzan 15 May 2014

I realy enjoyed every line of your poem.keep it up John

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Dawn Fuzan 15 May 2014

I realy enjoyed every line of your poem.keep it up John

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Delilah Miller 24 June 2008

Wow, so beautiful... X's and O's

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john tiong chunghoo

john tiong chunghoo

Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia
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