Poetry

Monday, 9 January 2023

Time's wall

 Are you barely holding on?

Quiet desperation is the English style

In a struggle with the Gods

And yourself for a while

Until something splits 

The pea breaks

The willow cracks

And a viper spits

And Then you fall 

To endless

Time

Oh Time's wall

The wall of now

For ever we climb

Trying to reach it

The present moment

Like a summit

That we keep sliding

Off of

Like ice


You see you cannot ride 

Or overshoot the wave

That crests ever on

And never breaks

But is always breaking and being reclaimed

The endless cusp of tomorrow


Though you can look through if you are brave

And see tomorrow and tomorrow save

A moment from the future

A moment from the now

Like an eternal suture

heals over

A wounded brow

And the closer to the summit 

The more clearer your vision through

The medium of tomorrow

Time's eternal blue

Ocean of forever

Man your surly crew

All hands on deck

Else we break our necks

When we try to push on through

Keep reaching for tomorrow

Keep striving for today

Keep letting go of sorrow

Like a pearl lost to the clay

It will be found by someone else

Another day

And its wisdom impart

Like the shaking bough

Interprets the wind's thoughts in its way

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