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.
Monday, 23 August 2010
Repeater
Posted by Taren at 01:44