NEWBIES-OLDIES

Novel places are old, It’s the old which feels new. let’s scoot over to newly olds, & feel our presence too. Contemplating to stroll over, but bounded by the infinite’s. Infinite thoughts & work, still pending in corner of finite life. Concious says do it, (But) Subconscious says throw it. The clock’s clicking 12, & it would be no more. No more thoughts & work, also Subconscious & Conscious All would get fine, It would be the time, to merge with divine.