Thursday, June 23, 2016


It was with finality, blended with despair
That i saw the foundations quake
But cataclysms, ineluctable, always 
Made me, from lassitude, awake
The truth mistaken as timeless
Is but a pattern, dispersed, rearranged
Meanwhile amid the fragments of the zeitgeist
Remnants of breakthrough lie amid aspects deranged
Immense are forebodings seen in themselves
Threatening the fabric of what encloses
Yet the precipice is always flirted with
As a dangerous lover, which life discloses
Time past, time future remain, beyond a point, nebulous
Certitude amid the unknown seems unduly credulous.

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