the truth


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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

get well Jason

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umair.imtiaz's picture

powerful words

Indeed time is the one great constant, great read, keep on writing!