As each second
falls forward
toward the cliff
above tomorrow
and into the abyss
of yesterday
I watch them fall
I cannot reach
and I cannot
hold them
or pin them down
in any way
Now they join
their shadows deep
in a world
somewhere forgotten
stranded between
reality and perspective
My view distorted
sees what it wants
and I remember
yesterday's scene
with today's lenses
corrected
(July 29th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
