Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Paralysis

The younger man was paralyzed by time
And all of its potential for despair.
The older man is faded and aware
Of every creaking moment in this rhyme;
He scans the pit for purchases to climb,
Yet sees no tools at hand but words threadbare
And rotten, relics of a dull fanfare
That died to join its dusty paradigm.

The younger man was foolish and afraid;
The older man is foolish and alone.
He sees too well that methods of the past
Have slipped from every wall and now unbraid
Like tapestries forgotten in a zone
Where tombs are undiscovered and sealed fast.

-- Tuesday night, July 15, 2014.

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