by Martin Anton Smith
Yes, I was thinking while sitting on my shelf.
And Now I see that thoughts-of-things-past,
is an exercise in being very-much-quite-daft.
For does the ‘Past’ even exist outside our minds?
Or if it does, perhaps we go from Future to Present to Past –
Maybe we all live in reverse time order –
& our brains reverse it yet again.
This would mean our perceived “Future” is Set
& our lives are just a myriad of different ways –
Different ways to always get to the same place.
We go from Death to Life to Birth
& slowly along the way our memories & skills are wiped.
But surely we don’t stop as muling & puking babes,
In our smiling -or frowning -mothers arms.
Surely the reverse journey continues:
The Stars turn to swirling dust clouds
The dust clouds disperse to atoms
Atoms dis-asemble to quarks
Quarks splits to anto matter & anti matter
Then we become blinded by traversing a cosmic event horizon
Then we become an infinitely long encoded line –
A cosmic singularity which holds all the information there is or will ever be.
But Alas perhaps we have one more step backwards
This our common final resting place –
This being the ‘grand unified consciousness’
That sits outside time itself.
At this point I guess we stop reversing,
& maybe just maybe we are happy to just ‘be.’
in closing I will say just one more thing:
I predict that most Atheists will love this Poem,
& most Believers will not.
For I didn’t mention ‘God’ once,
Or did I?
Anton Martin Smith Writer 