By Madison
Date: 7 October 1999

Tempus Fugit

How does time soar
on the wings of illusion?
Where did my path
intercross the labyrinth

that he clutched in the
palm of a dream? 
textures of complexity
flawless contradiction.
 
a second-sighted man looks back 
across the shoulders of a fearful child 

Is it my frailty to have fallen
to the arms of a manchild soul?
to the arms of one who gently sleeps 
while ghosts stampede by savage horse 

to thieve what would become
love's paragon.  He dreams
motionless, and yet he soars 
the mainsail of eternity.

looking back across brave wings 
of a fearful child

Flawless contradiction
hush and nullify the icy crest.
A paradox beguiled
giving birth to what perfection never knew.

Time, endless time, fly me to his nest.




Madison
28 Dec 1998
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