The Infinite Moment

Sometimes it's all at once,
sometimes it takes weeks
to gather one word, like
now.

This expansive single point,
pulsing still,
for those who bet everything
on red or black,
only to find a green zero
grinning at the spinning
trick of time.

We are constantly dying,
dearly beloved,
so put your head down
and see each moment
annihilate itself
in your resurrected chest:

one more petal
falling
from an infinite flower.

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