Thursday, December 4, 2014


A luminous sliver of time
Is what i purloin from destiny
Hoping , that having embalmed it
I could crystallize its preciosity
The moment, by itself, betokens
Evanescence of what i can never
Capture, though this very nebulosity
Conceals, its own immortality
Though the moment eludes capture
It is retained fluidly by memory
Changing when tilted, turned upside down while
Stipples of authentication, nonetheless remain
Ultimately time past and time future
Coalesce in a present which rent,
Severed between the gaps of memory
And fact, conjoins valedictorily..

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