No Time But Now
12am in bad lighting
or now, with morning's stale aftertaste
quietly,
as i sneak through the final 3am doors
later, in subtle announcement
& tonight, as i think less subtle things
all i've ever hidden
& any wall
i thought worthwhile
surrendered so easily
after a few slight,
faltering steps
what lived before
in whispers
sees now a world of light
slowly filtered
through dim curtains
& self-perfecting insight
(the automatic becoming instinct)
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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