November 8, 2025Poem
There will come a time
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There will come a time
When lying alone
Wrapped in forgetting,
Cuccooned against
The wither of time
The circumstance
Of broken things
The litter of scattered
Thoughts
The dreams of another place,
When the insulation
Will be breached
By something other
Than the prospect
Of another day
Lost to turmoil
Surrendered to chaos.
When the heart
Will pause
Between one beat and the next,
Waiting for the pin
To fall
In a vacuum
Is an endless proposition.
How many nights spent
Filling the universe
With paper balloons
When the moon is a blank face
With no two sides
The same.
Darkness is self-induced
Man made
To cover the break
Between intellect
And imagination
When silence
Is as solid an object
As a brick wall,
What secrets then
Will you tell?