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
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