Time Walks Towards Me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time walks towards me aglow in shadowed light,

Without remorse or pity, as a creature of the night,

Hunting for the present to turn future into past,

That eternity in the second which may be my very last,

While from the darkly distance voices whisper ghostly in my ears,

For everyone is talking and never saying much,

Wittgenstein was right you know, it’s all just such and such,

Meanings lost, or never known except by fools and saddened clowns,

While modern Cinderellas swear and tear at tattered gowns,

In disbelief the party’s done and now all they have are fears,

For Demeter is back in charge, the corn lays at her feet,

Dying, dead, decaying, wrapped up cold in winter’s sheet,

Awaiting resurrection that for us will never come,

Despite the never ceasing prayers, you’re better off with rum

And wine, and some kisses with your tears,

If love you’ll ever find again in a world awash with hate,

As if ordained, a destined end, a foretold tragic fate,

For where be now our heroes when courage is a crime,

And we live in lonely prisons with walls you cannot climb.

 

 

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