Sunday, July 22, 2018

festinate

time seems to move at constant rate
if we step outside ourselves
but within we festinate
towards a certain end
at a variable pace

some moments last
beyond their span
reverberate well past
their sell by date
and paint eternity
with just a kiss
or one goodbye
a lover's laugh
a child's cry

like rubber band
time elasticates
springs us forward
then snaps us back
into the ever moving now
it bends within us
though we're not sure how

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