Untitled Poem # 14…

by Talha Minhas

What is the ship of Theseus?
The identity of this object is too complex.
Perplexing is its appearance,
Vague are its boundaries.
It touches the senses in an ordinary way,
Yet it contains a subject of admiration…
What chance does it stand against the rearrangement of its parts?
How well can you understand this ordinary ship of Theseus?
The very stand point it has, has no clear justifications…
It bears the constant pressure of change and extension;
It is so stubborn, it’s called matter.
No sense of direction is apparently manifested in this object,
That strives to rot…
The ship of Theseus is now beyond temporal continuum.
It is dead…