I feel it here among us, aching swell of time
departing, creating, folding
tucking away old memories
like used up wash cloths
wiping clean, minds meant for tomorrow
Or are you like me and so many,
we feel this gasping and fading breath of the past
as the world around us pulls away?
the great and imposing field,
life-time, life-past
looming mercilessly in our dreams.
Those who did not wish to be left to eternity
are kept forever in the dream-art
of philosophs.
Are we as well meant to perish under the heaving push
of human expansion?
I wouldn’t think so!
This calamatus nature, it cannot help but grasp
at it’s own beautiful creation,
such that we all are.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
I feel it here among us, aching swell of time
departing, creating, folding
tucking away old memories
like used up wash cloths
wiping clean, minds meant for tomorrow
Or are you like me and so many,
we feel this gasping and fading breath of the past
as the world around us pulls away?
the great and imposing field,
life-time, life-past
looming mercilessly in our dreams.
Those who did not wish to be left to eternity
are kept forever in the dream-art
of philosophs.
Are we as well meant to perish under the heaving push
of human expansion?
I wouldn’t think so!
This calamatus nature, it cannot help but grasp
at it’s own beautiful creation,
such that we all are.
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