Everness

--Jorge Luis Borges (trans. A.Z. Foreman)

One thing does not exist: Oblivion.

God saves the metal and the dross, his key

Ciphers in his prophetic memory

The moons to come, and moons of evenings gone.

All there: reflections in the looking-glass

Which, between the huge twilights of the day,

Your face has long been leaving where you pass,

And those it will keep leaving on your way.

And everything is part of that diverse

Crystal of memory, the universe;

Unending are the mazes it engenders

Of doors that shut behind as you walk through;

Only from sunset’s farther side shall you

Behold at last the Archetypes and Splendors.