Old Escher’s Staircase

Time was on the bus
He managed to get a seat
Place was standing next to him
Broiling in the heat
“Stand for your elder”
He said so terse in speech
“You know where to get off” said Time
“But my stop keeps moving from reach”
“Do you want that seat for eternity?”
Questioned the arrogant Place
“No, Eternity decided to walk the way” he replied
“He is climbing old Escher’s staircase”




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Written on 2017-11-07 at 13:13

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Ha ha ... This is fantastic!
Ashe
2017-11-08


Sameen
I can imagine them bickering while space laughs in the background
2017-11-07


Bibek
Interesting personification. I like the poem.
2017-11-07