Time flows
but the mechanics of each hour
remain steadfast.
So a future is a bit like
reliving the past.
A song on loop
reveals nuances
once unheard,
and birds
tweak their flight-paths
a tad more efficient
each Winter.
I wonder
if an end-goal exists
or if our blunders
are intentional
to add
progress to the process.
And should this approach
remain unfettered?
Is it better
to craft compelling grammar
or to omit a leter
then fix the spelling?
How could you deprive me of such genius? Keep writing, if for no other reason than for the sake of poets like me that need something to aspire to. I expect more of this in 2008!