A story about the here and now Can’t be seen in lost and found Almost like neat and delicate abandoned shreds of paper Like the uneven ridges of the ghostly bleached white coral reefs Or the brain juices between the cracks I can’t compete with time So turn tail and run As time ages cheese And as I grow older And as my mother grow older And as my grandparents grow older, under foot I’m talking about the taboo of me The taboo of you and me having ***, without meeting the parents Without foresight of the complicated future extinction of the human race The lucid dreams, I keep having only not to remember The next day or the same night
This is a piece from a much longer poem called "Plenty Words." It's about fighting with time.