the world is slowing down
a mist of milky gossamer moves in
between
my will and things to do
the clear shapes of objects
are growing soft and dull
the moment's urgency
yields to my ponderings
of possible decisions
abstract rigidity arrests the words
things stay forever as they are
is it a sense of death
that delicately touches on my neck
and steals from me the comfort
of continuous change?
life seems to walk away
in long and measured stride
the kitchen clock has never been so fast
it measures time
from here up to the stars
it counts
and blows
the moments of my delicate eternity
one by one
into the past
* * *
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
the world is slowing down
a mist of milky gossamer moves in
between
my will and things to do
the clear shapes of objects
are growing soft and dull
the moment's urgency
yields to my ponderings
of possible decisions
abstract rigidity arrests the words
things stay forever as they are
is it a sense of death
that delicately touches on my neck
and steals from me the comfort
of continuous change?
life seems to walk away
in long and measured stride
the kitchen clock has never been so fast
it measures time
from here up to the stars
it counts
and blows
the moments of my delicate eternity
one by one
into the past
* * *
