Time, the constant enemy.
Gain and lose in our focus,
stacking moments like pennies
forecasting for a finish.
Spending common currency
in markets of zombie dreams.
Trance of fearing nullity
keeps us comparing doodads.
Fenced by rulers of value
but if we leave fancy folds
and enter emptiness, vast
yet itty. There you’ll forget
those myths of disappearing.
Love the phrase “forecasting for a finish” … especially with finish having at least two meanings, 1, a completion and 2, a shine or a coating… And, of course, “markets of zombie dreams”. Nice.
Comment by Tinkham Town — February 26, 2010 @ 4:31 pm
I suppose it was the tempo- I’m not sure exactly… but I just love the way this reads.
Comment by Hanna — March 13, 2010 @ 3:42 am