Ouroboros

"Ouroboros"

A beam of light 

flying across the cosmos 

carrying its whole history 

at the very percipice of its radiance

from some place

so irrationally far away;

A history already 

   written, 

   unchanging, 

flying toward the iris 

of this world 

though, no longer holding 

any of the details 

it began its journey with 

   other than 

   its flickering glimmer 

just so that 

we may look up at it 

in the night sky 

and witness its whole history 

as a mere pale point of light, 

Dimming a little bit more

over the course of time 

journeying through epochs and eras 

as it finally touches 

upon our eyes 

and reflects back 

spreading out from us 

trying to reach 

another point in time to reflect;

Holding what's left 

of its history, 

   losing a little 

   with every touch and reflection

the details it once held 

   so vividly 

where it will eventually

blink out of existence, 

I too, will also 

gasp my last breath 

as life will leave my eyes 

and my perception will fade

all for it to reflect back 

toward its point of origin 

though, 

without all the memory or hindsight

of this life, 

without all the experience 

or details, 

without the pain and joys;

A cyclical journey finding its point 

once more

on the circular disc 

of time  

as all that was gained hazes out

amongst the foggy veil of existence;

An infinite loop 

on the same stretch

though this time 

   with different choices; 

   a different life; 

   a different everything; 

infallable, perfect, 

an elegant system 

created by the universe 

to perpetuate reality 

along all its infinite avenues. 

-Armando Torres