December 12, 2024Poem

Cool.

naturepoliticsmemorytime

Cool.

Don’t just drift

Stop the clock

Let me see you again

This is not a rhyme

It is just a matter of time

Before the world is re-aligned.

Nothing matters

We are legion

Everything comes good

Somewhere, sometime

For someone.

This moment is an interlude

In a chaos of reward and decay

The way of things

A wonder to behold.

Clock me

Take this face

It is a mirror

Wrapped in mystery

Set in stone

Cast away your thoughts

They are but ripples.

Every choice,

Once made

Rolling on.

Every wave

More distant than the last.

Time me

Stop the clock

Hold me fast

Let me go

I am eternal

For all I know.