In time abridged
ex post facto
I saw everything
clearly
But in organic tempo
it was insidious
Scarcely perceptible
surreptitious
a delicate
deliberate
disentangling
How I ached
to remain
clinging close
secure
so sure
Ah but life
ever grimly gathering
reaps defeat
collects surrender
in slow
somber swaths
Even the most perfect
of fruits must cede
must ripen
soften
drop
rot
to make way
for new roots