Saturday, December 24, 2011


Time flows but not like a river
Always moving
Inexorable but without aim
Simply filling every emptiness
It sweeps forward, backward
Inside and outside
Time is without our consent

Scrolls and tablets
Remember what men forget
Regrets and torments
of the killer torrents
Of the lost age
Of steel
Of the lost wisdoms
And learnings
Imagine the sorrows
Of a world erased
Civilizations rise
The water flows
The deluge grows
People die
As their world
Commits suicide
And time continues
To flow
To turn
To grow
To swirl