JIKANWA TOMARU( TIME IS STOPPED)
The dead were talking to me
in black and white.
Complained all the colour
had gone out of their voice.
Complained they lived their lives
like they were a movie.
The illusion of living
rather than the thing itself.
You know...that thing
"cinema is truth
24 frames
per second."
We call it
"Waiting for Godard" syndrome.
"Oh our "story has a beginning
middle and an end but. . .
. . .not necessarily
in that order."
Sometimes it slows to
just a still or
Godard help us
only a publicity photograph.
We look at your living
envious of your movement.
Your ability to
change and be
something then
something new again.
We can remember
doing that without thinking.
God it's hard.
So hard to see you
take it all
for granted.
What we would give
just to be aware
of a leaf
trembling on a tree.
Or a bird taking flight
into a summer.
Or see a stone
skim across water.
World has become
tiny as a tittle
on an i or
a j
or how was it the Bible put it
". . .till heaven and earth pass. . ."
Earth time is so
brief.
Blink and you
will miss it.
We thirst for even one
of your seconds.
Hunger for the time
you so nonchalantly throw away.
Here....there
is...no time.
"JIKANWA TOMARU!"
"JIKANWA TOMARU!"
"JIKANWA TOMARU!"
"Time is stopped!
Time is stopped!
Time is stopped!"
They kept repeating
...in Japanese.