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Many Months, Many Promises Later
I do not know and am afraid.
So many words—So many words spoken or left silent
for never speaking
or speaking at the missing time
always the wrong time that lingers.
We sometimes hear ourselves speaking what we wish
Without first consulting reality
Or speaking what we would want as truth
Without first consulting God—We speak rashly.
...Time and Light
Both constant—Time fades
Beyond the use of Vision
Though I remember–years
And cherish the event of memory
Though some keep little Joy—
We sometimes cherish pain—
By Pain living comes.
And by Pain,
Too often, my words come to living.
I would not have it so
Would share joyful words
But something negates
And many months, many Promises
Constant constant fade fading
What if light and time had fallen–there?