The right eye
is the window of hope
the left eye
the window of despair
And this proposition
is proven in my photograph
a portrait of a grizzled guy
taken just before
he stepped in front of a speeding car
while gesticulating wildly
Who knows what happened there?
Yet I will live!
gather fallen timbers
to form a stockade
against time
Because finally
I have discovered
that time is not my friend
It's a simple game she plays
time girl
trickster girl
but my ancient beams
will prevail
I swear it
by a handful of ash
and mark the moment
with a rune that exists
outside of time
and says simply
Be this.
You were forever thus.
It's a difficult rune to read
and a harder path
to follow.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
The right eye
is the window of hope
the left eye
the window of despair
And this proposition
is proven in my photograph
a portrait of a grizzled guy
taken just before
he stepped in front of a speeding car
while gesticulating wildly
Who knows what happened there?
Yet I will live!
gather fallen timbers
to form a stockade
against time
Because finally
I have discovered
that time is not my friend
It's a simple game she plays
time girl
trickster girl
but my ancient beams
will prevail
I swear it
by a handful of ash
and mark the moment
with a rune that exists
outside of time
and says simply
Be this.
You were forever thus.
It's a difficult rune to read
and a harder path
to follow.
