—Time can be extinguished like a blown-out flame.
Black holes dissipate to God knows where,
—Yet everything we’ve said and done remains

—Like these lilies floating in this garden pool. Each name
We’ve said, each paper lantern strung, each cross we’ll bear
—In Time can be extinguished like a blown-out flame

—Yet floats forever here. It’s paradoxical. All loss is gain.
We think we’re still the people that we always were
—Since everything we’ve said and done remains,

—But all is spin and sparkle, wave and particle. “What came
Before? What happens next?” we ask. What currents stir
—When time has been extinguished like a blown-out flame,

—Dwarf lilies float dark randomness? If physics is a vein
Of order/chaos, chaos/order, likewise it’s a mirror
—Of everything we’ve said and done. Nothing can remain

—Beside this garden pool of scattered rain
And rising mist, and yet it does. What flowers here! We swear
—Everything we’ve said and done remains
—But Time can be extinguished like a blown-out flame.