Edwin Honig


Where are you going and when —
way around and coming out
who knows where?

Are you still turning
for going away
just not to be way out

and around here no more?


To Infinite Eternity


Death is closer
to infinite eternity
than life is

and each life closer
to each least breath
than the blankness of
infinite eternity itself


To think blankness
rouses certain terror
and in the feeling
the sudden sense

of self responding
down to the smallest
unaided particle

of its existence
as answer to
the blankness of
sure nonexistence


Then infinite eternity
may be the opposite
of felt existence

durable as any
felt time


I say hello
to myself

and to break
the terror

of nonexistence
I restore my self

to existence whatever
the consequence