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.