A desperate hand

A foreverness,
a looking glass that looks into endlessness
full of emptiness,
and a corner, chipped, that spreads the
image resigned to

I have an empathy with these things that
look but do not see, these minutes fixed to
an eternity,
if I am free, If I unwind,
if I ever find the unknown or
am shown the question,
the answer will follow.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.