Apeiron 2021[Final]

Of The Foretold Apeiron​, by Zainab Afzal
Tides had risen, responding to the stars luminescence,
Upwards; the body of water propagates the movement
Of the vessel, across the coast of Black Sea,
It voyaged, engulfed by the blankets of poorly lit skies.
He emerged, stood on the quarterdeck
And admires the ship leaving behind
The reflecting lights on board, coruscating the body of water,
A smile graces upon his lips.
He gripped the handrail, his grasp affirm,
Lifted up his head and gazed above.
His inquisitive eyes set still on the moon,
As it beamed with a warming delight,
That began to turn into a burning desire,
Into an urge for it to reveal its truth that lay behind.
Where did it all arise, where will it diminish itself,
he asked, as he observes
How she revives herself after dusk, and dies by dawn.
There was no beginning to be seen, no end in sight.
It all stems from some infinite, some divine, he thought.
Overwhelmed was his mind, branded with its fires of obsession,
Engraved with marks of passion -
Something of great tranquility,
Lay in the infinity.
His hand further did it firm on the handrail,
His eyes closed shut, and he breathed,
Beseeched the truth to unveil herself.
He lifted his finger, and outlines amidst the air
That shared a whiff of the the sea of Black he sailed,
Delineating a ring, another, the other,
Formed ring with his two fingers, lifted his hand up the centre,
And therein sprouts his universe.
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