Jacqueline Monteiro
Joined September 2019
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Asymptote
Trying to measure the distance to the edge of the universe is like observing the length of an asymptote for the first time. Initially, your soul is filled with a considerable amount of hope that for a period of time, it seems you’re just buoyant enough to ignore a nagging feeling at the back of your head that insists that you’ll never reach the end – a buoyancy that deflates as each Plank Length or Megaparsec you count wrings your soul dry from hope, until your soul, the very essence of the capacity for a vivid and radiant existence, is drained and withered. You lay lifeless. Awake but not alive. A coma, a limbo.
By Jacqueline Monteiro5 years ago in Poets