Monday, 23 August 2010

Repeater

Every second goes
And so it does,
Even in the pauses
Of thought and word
Scrawled to mark
A relentless deception
Of sand built memorials.
Their rein of decay.

It passes this time,
That time,
All time always,
And so it does,
So it goes
A tick in silence,
Every second
And so it does,
Paused in thought
A word scrawled to mark
This linear betrayal
These memorials
To their collapse.

It passes, this time,
That time,
All time always
Masterful refuge,
Artifice,
Mute friend,
Enemy.

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