that’s what they say now
the people who study such things. the universe
has no beginning and probably no end.
it is infinite.
I am unable to wrap my mind around that one.
a line that shoots out into space
and travels forever. here on earth we are
shaped by time.
born here. died there.
remembered or forgotten. celebrated or reviled.
some people would like to live forever
like vampires walking the earth.
how tedious that would be.
with the same
broadway productions and concerts
the same advertisements
the same telemarketers
and one-time deals
the same books with blank pages
the same masterpieces that are not masterful
the same bloating and crab grass and tax forms
and love affairs where love has evaporated
or never existed at all.
the same thing
every day forever. this would be
an infinite horror show.
the infinitesimally short time
we have is a blessing. it allows for another chance
another set of variables
and maybe the slim chance a new
species might come along
and get it right
Kurt Nimmo born in Detroit, Michigan in 1952. In the late '70s, he co-edited the successful literary magazine, The Smudge. In the '80s, he edited Planet Detroit. Kurt has been nominated for several Pushcart Prizes for fiction, and two of his books were selected as "modern classics" by the Wormwood Review. He lives in Texas with his wife and two cats.