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time passes, does it not, trickling away in drops, from a leaking tap unnoticed imperceptible, drops of our days and months that tsunami into years we might grow more cynical or wise we might allow the animals to howl or to transform or we might eliminate hierarchy and symbolism and see plain and clear past the allegory what is left of the experiment (an unintended one, an unknowing participant even) the residue, the remains of the years – what chemical composition do we have? What has transpired here? - as clueless as we are of the first expansions the time when the universes arrive in another cycle; or perhaps we could see everything in the cocksureness of faith and drag on, in suspension, leave in doubt or in certainty – each but a conditioning, a myth, the truth shrouded in symbol and plainness O sweet loves, Time wraps us in its mysterious archaic cyberspace an inner space that draws a roar, a bark, a howl and we have justifications, visionary words, systems to put everything into perspective like a Titian framed so elegantly in an esteemed museum
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
time passes, does it not
time passes, does it not, trickling away in drops, from a leaking tap unnoticed imperceptible, drops of our days and months that tsunami into years we might grow more cynical or wise we might allow the animals to howl or to transform or we might eliminate hierarchy and symbolism and see plain and clear past the allegory what is left of the experiment (an unintended one, an unknowing participant even) the residue, the remains of the years – what chemical composition do we have? What has transpired here? - as clueless as we are of the first expansions the time when the universes arrive in another cycle; or perhaps we could see everything in the cocksureness of faith and drag on, in suspension, leave in doubt or in certainty – each but a conditioning, a myth, the truth shrouded in symbol and plainness O sweet loves, Time wraps us in its mysterious archaic cyberspace an inner space that draws a roar, a bark, a howl and we have justifications, visionary words, systems to put everything into perspective like a Titian framed so elegantly in an esteemed museum
- poem based on the painting “Allegory of Time Governed by Prudence” by Titian (1490-1576)
raj-arumugam
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
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