The Arrows of Time

The only thing that’s left behind, by time, is, absolutely, nothing, as time takes, everything away, eventually, even the memories too…translated…

We All Need to Follow Something

That Coincides with the General Directionality of Timme

An Enclosed Question.  Or, Can Only Ask for the Answers from

The Rain that Knows Not Where it, Dropped

The Exotic Romance Started Between the Bottleneck & the Long-Stem Rose

time, shooting across the world, like an arrow, leaving nothing, untouched…image from online

By the Seventh Note, the Knuckle Started Aching

That Messy Room

Signaling that Someone is Living

Those Hands You Can’t Ever Touch Again

Started, Going Separately in the Senses of Touch

You Took His Cup in Your Hand

Felt the Articulateness of Death

To the Point of Feeling Revenge and Being, Avenged

All You Were from Before

Became, Light as, the Wind

Nothing to Fight Against Anymore

Composing Poetry in a Dying, Place

Letting the Nuts Drop

Becoming, More, Trees

That is how the life cycle works, no matter how much hatred, anger, pain, love, romance and all those multitudes of feelings and emotions there had been, it’s all gone, upon death, and all that remained for the living, is nothing more than, the memories of the, past…