If Time Should Make A Meaning…

by SebDaez

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-04-28 12:56:00

Liaison between good and evil,
Though still look beyond the counting of crows

All that is latched by hands,
Simple granules of sand that slip out quietly


Returning to become yet again,
One with the landscape, a parcel explorated

As aromatic as RICE grains,
Scents contained by sixteen ounces

One cup full, that leads to nothing,
Infusing this trickling melt dynasty

World in waiting, limbo of creation
Hallucination worthwhile giving everything

For there is no return on a time investment,
Only the erosion left that a tide can make…