These are the days of remembrance
When all the yesterdays run backwards
Unspooling into starlight
These are the times of unclocked hopes
Times of desires and dreams
These moments are singularly fluid as they flow together
Washing over us
Sweeping us up in this unchecked flood
These are the days screaming of terror
Days of torment and torture
Days of lies and betrayals
Nailed with outrage
With the evil of indifference holding the hammer
These are the moments of indecision
When greed pleads to just keep on doing
Nothing
This is the moment of truth
This is the moment of untethered freefall
Plummeting from the edge of nowhere into hard fact
Knowing that an impact of some proportion is imminent
These are the days of chaotic destruction
These are the days of growth and creation
These are the everydays
Timeless times of everything bad and everything good
Running parallel in M.C. Escher mystery loops
These are the moments that get stitched together into patterns
Only to come unraveled and undone
These days are as permanent as a Tibetan sand mandala
Brushed and broomed into a corner
These are the days of remembrance
When all the yesterdays run backwards
Unspooling into starlight
David Trudel © 2013
These Times
These are the days of remembrance
When all the yesterdays run backwards
Unspooling into starlight
These are the times of unclocked hopes
Times of desires and dreams
These moments are singularly fluid as they flow together
Washing over us
Sweeping us up in this unchecked flood
These are the days screaming of terror
Days of torment and torture
Days of lies and betrayals
Nailed with outrage
With the evil of indifference holding the hammer
These are the moments of indecision
When greed pleads to just keep on doing
Nothing
This is the moment of truth
This is the moment of untethered freefall
Plummeting from the edge of nowhere into hard fact
Knowing that an impact of some proportion is imminent
These are the days of chaotic destruction
These are the days of growth and creation
These are the everydays
Timeless times of everything bad and everything good
Running parallel in M.C. Escher mystery loops
These are the moments that get stitched together into patterns
Only to come unraveled and undone
These days are as permanent as a Tibetan sand mandala
Brushed and broomed into a corner
These are the days of remembrance
When all the yesterdays run backwards
Unspooling into starlight
David Trudel © 2013
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