On To A Certain Fullness....

When the cup is full
when everything runs
over its edges,

there is no stopping
it is the nature of this
thing

it runs it fills
it overflows
it rises
too
it goes beyond its
limits
it transcends
the horizon the sky
space

this is the nature of
this thing
it does not die
it goes on and on and on

beyond pain beyond
happiness
beyond the laws of this land
not a tree anymore
neither land
nor air

this is the nature of this thing
like a piano note
of one classical piece
riding on
from one molecule of air
to another

all eyes are misled
and this thing does not feel
it goes on and on and on

and on and on....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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