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the truth about

poems of passing

the little twist and turns

of life
in which

instinct provokes you to be

perfect

to seek perfect love

and to feel perfect pain

I ask you are you

ready

to deal with the truth

nothing is perfect

only time comes close

to perfect

nothing but the nothingness of time

time is never delayed

it does not
glimmer at twilight remembered

time does not know it is onto the black motionless of night

time does not feel or hear

the rain when it rattles and sputters

spilling the knowledge of this age

the waters roll impassively and chase endlessly

in the torrent of unknowing time

all the seas and all tears of all time

they cannot wash away my grief