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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Time

What if I told you your life's been lived,
Angled from any viewer,
What if I said all Time was dead,
Would you say I've been smoking Datura?

What if I said that despite foresight,
Nothing is predetermined.
It's not about age, light can still change,
The sculpture that your life once learned.

What if the past were nothing but light,
Moving about dark matter.
What if your glass needed no fright,
For the time it would eventually shatter.

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What if I said your life's not yet lived,
You were just the dream of an angel.
What if I said, that your Mom and your Dad,
Haven't even bought your spaniel.

What if I said that despite all the light,
The future's too gone to observe,
All of that time just sits in a cage,
A mulch pile rotting reverse.

What if I said that you're held up by light
You fall and keep falling further,
What if I said there's no need to try
To avoid falling back into your Mother.



What if I said we'd lie twice in our lives,
The second time might be this winter?
What if I said, I'd visit you instead,
And crawl to you through your window.

What if I said that the stars out tonight,
Were so bright they'd make us go blind.
All that you show me, proves how badly you know me,
Without you I see how I've died.

What if I said, we ought not to fight,
Or scream in the car to each other,
What if I said there's no need to shine bright,
Except to our very old Mothers.

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What if I said your light's still alive,
I see you here as a widow.
What if I said that I wasn't yet dead,
But look at you through my window.

What if I said that in-spite of our plight,
There's nothing we can do with our brains.
It all became art, that life as it was,
Before our dear hearts became blind.

What if I said, we were nothing but light,
Rushing about the dark in a bother.
What if I said, that there's no need to be bright,
Except for our very old Mother.

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