Moments pass
Moments pass
There is no equality of expression
As every point of vantage
Differs in all but generality
Somewhere an Eagle flies
In search of a rabbit,
Unsuspecting.
The clouds gather
With little understanding of their purpose
In the parting of the ways
Desert rats fight for reasons
To survive
Happy children dance on sand
Deposited over the millennia
Washed clean of memory
Trampled underfoot
As the band plays on
With little to commend it
Other than as a distraction
From the moment
Old dreams are neglected
In favour
Of the gentle drift of time
Passages of age-old stories
Ripped into shreds
On the orders of a despot
There are too many
Who will shape water
If you let them
They will steal the world
Where then, will it be?
And all the while
The Eagle flies
In search of plunder
A predator without need
Of avarice
As simple moments pass
Indistinguishable
In a thankless search
For the significance of individuation.