A Continuous Today

For the past, the future was never apparent its dormant projection lay in unformed no thought ever counted it of concern Time tripped and dawdled, discovering playful as children do a continuous today absent of tomorrow the truancy of sleep the night merely borrowed Only questions to remember more important than the befuddled them to answer a nursery-rhyme of colour designed to wonder Why,why, why didn’t care to reason but considered the importance of knowing nothing and still, and still be in covenant with everything There was no path to tread, no spirit to seek no doorway held fast by rusted hinge no separation between exploring mind All was held in a delicate of light those angel hands of every child so unembellished in their witness never defined So it is as in the continuous today until the futures chain to changeable edge rattles the bars and locks us all away Such a scarecrow death insinuates and by contemptible depiction reiterates damnations end of miracles