Questions defeated by time – Fibonaccian poem

by Marius Surleac

My

faith?

Do I
dream of

the grand words
ever told
by the scrolls?

Why do I dare to
hear the rumours found
in the hall of time –
where seconds have died
in vacuum’s rebirth?

Hope that someday we’ll find under
the seekings, the pieces from the
enormous puzzle we ever
dreamed to solve … to break it’s harsh chains
Hope that someday we’ll find the truth,
diluted through centuries of
history and people, that died
beneath their dreams and desires …

Even so, no answers will be found; nor dreams will break

the chest – where just words and tracks rest down, beyond the performers that reached closer to God

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