life is

more fleeting than imagination

an understanding

always floating just out of reach

that mirror matterĀ 

shimmered shatter

the mist the mist that has

forgotten how to speak.

Time has forgotten its line and

so it stands un-observed like a

lesson on repeat

moments will only shine from a distance

a nostalgic persistence asking you something you can’t quite hear

and so you crept closer, listening, nearer

and that is when it shows

You that the only thing you, of the now, do have. Is