obey the understood imperative without question
instinctively
but how?
never is there any going back
only forward
away from all pasts
time creeps and rushes along
on the sound of the neighbours calling loudly
the crickets chirping
and the smell of grass in the spring
as you …
but there is the hesitancy
if wishes were realities
the world might fall apart
tugged in a thousand opposite directions
all in an instant
who is to say that time was wasted
if there were lessons?
just because three people define something one way
does not mean you do the same
a sudden sound from across the street
does not mean the neighbour killed his wife
as you …
but how is one to tell
even if one really wants to know?
perhaps things are left unsaid for a reason
falsehoods might be taken as truths if uttered
is everything lost in abstraction?
it is not right for the obtuse
to suffer acute pain
for being insatiably curious to the end of their days
mona lisa’s smile is always a mystery
as you …