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The Truth is Always in the Present Tense
I'm falling
It's madness
how well grace flees
when pondering
future memories
twisted past shadows
and the hubris
of planners
and malingering memory-watchers.
And a watcher who knows will see,
the pompous hypocrisy,
with which the Future mocks the past,
when how well it wears Past's mimicry.
And the watcher who knows WILL see,
that tomorrow and yesteryear,
has no place,
in a world where all they touch,
is waste and fear,
I don't remember,
what we're doing here,
and I prefer it that way.
It's madness
how well grace flees
when pondering
future memories
twisted past shadows
and the hubris
of planners
and malingering memory-watchers.
And a watcher who knows will see,
the pompous hypocrisy,
with which the Future mocks the past,
when how well it wears Past's mimicry.
And the watcher who knows WILL see,
that tomorrow and yesteryear,
has no place,
in a world where all they touch,
is waste and fear,
I don't remember,
what we're doing here,
and I prefer it that way.
Published 16th May 2016
| Edited 17th May 2016
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16th May 2016 6:52pm
Sometimes remembering is a gift, others
a curse. Though either can be a blessing
when you look at it with hope and not fear.
Good write, BUT...the commas in the first
stanza interferes with both the form and
content. I want to fall, not pause....
a curse. Though either can be a blessing
when you look at it with hope and not fear.
Good write, BUT...the commas in the first
stanza interferes with both the form and
content. I want to fall, not pause....
