First Light of First Day of First Sun's Rays (Repost)

First Light of First Day of First Sun's Rays (Repost)

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
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Thoughts. Nothing more. Nothing less.

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First Light of First Day of First Sun's Rays

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2013 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

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In beginning the beginning of beginnings,

with the first of the first of first of days,


first dawn, first sunrise, first all seeing eyes' light,

all before night without star's light shining bright,


a first day born first of days to a first week of days,

before months of years ever came out to play,


as a first day born to a week's mother of seven brothers,

spawning months of a month of twelve month's others …


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All this, in one morning's dawn, came as time's ebbing flow …

Before this, no sense of time had hence ever been known,


as soon, moments within a day, too, were also numbered,

soon with a clock's time, our days came to be cumbered,


telling time in steady rhythmic rhyme of time passing in time,

making time, spending time, killing time, to run out of time ...


...tic toc, tic toc, tic toc, tic toc, tic toc, is that language of the clock,

born at first day's light, before walked this earth, Adam -- or Enoch …


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As time gives forth the illusion of going on endlessly, for an eternity,

in leaving men to count their days in desperate lieu of any alternity …


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Yet, if there was, indeed, a beginning, there must, also, necessitate an end,

but, to what end could an aloof Creator, to such an astute beginning, mend,


in appointing conscious awareness of living alive existence within Existence,

except, to wisely dictate our fate as creatures defined in mind of limited time

always in mind that we are fast running out of time in time, and any resistance

-- is futile, in not so well timed rhyme, of futility's, inescapably endless, reality,

as Man seeks perpetuity of Man as divine, effaced by a Creator's pen of final line:


Man's ill fated reality of inevitable fatality …



(Written May 2nd, 2013)

© 2023 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham


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I love this! An entertaining way of saying, we're all going to die...eventually. Going from before birth, not being aware of time and then, knowing of it and, how we interact with time and, it with us. Very interesting. I thoroughly enjoyed this read. Temp

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Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

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Thank you Temperance, for reading, and for your very insightful words ...

Marve



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Man is so immensely arrogant to think himself important when measured against the universe; we are but blip on a universal radar tracking the eons, an uninteresting phenomena that is unlikely to remain or repeat.

Winston

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Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

5 Months Ago

Sadly, I agree with you, Winston,

Our significance is Man-rated & Man-assessed. I be.. read more
I love this! An entertaining way of saying, we're all going to die...eventually. Going from before birth, not being aware of time and then, knowing of it and, how we interact with time and, it with us. Very interesting. I thoroughly enjoyed this read. Temp

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

5 Months Ago

Thank you Temperance, for reading, and for your very insightful words ...

Marve

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Tags: Philosophy, Life, Existence, Humanity

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