Monday, March 11, 2024

: Distance :

 






: Distance :


I just stumbled across another colon;

Didn’t see it. Did not even think of it.

Even though its presence is the distance

Where time separates her incremental

Reign of the costly hour

Against the casual minute… 


Why! Oh, why is life stolen?

Didn’t see it. Did not want to speak of it.

What miser chose such a remittance

When no second remains; is it transcendental;

Are sixty spaces spent to own one hour;

Is that : placed to keep right every minute?


We must be humbled by the distance

Between the two dates and the one final dash;

How can that line speak of life’s rhyme?

Our place apart is not a world but a breath.

Didn’t see it. Did not understand it.

And now this : stages the final act.


Look to the watchtower for an existence;

As the bells sound out their keep - in clash

Exulting our congruent nature with time

When mortality and immortality meet at death.

Did not see it. Did not wait for it.

And thus, the colon disappears from the tract.