Time

Translation of final line: Hushed flows time, always onwards.

We walk alone,

seconds flowing behind,

a river of the dead.

The horizon shudders,

preemptive release of the New,

quickly falling into the Ganges.

Corpses are difficult to forget,

an instant cannot be prepared for,

assuredness is a fallacy.

Carpe Diem,

drink to the dead,

from a Grecian Urn,

and lust not for the past.

Emotion, the spectral byproduct of the past.

Ruhig fliesst die Zeit, immer weiter.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Cindy Marietta]

Really like this! Especially
"Carpe Diem,
drink to the dead,
from a Grecian Urn,
and lust not for the past."
The font of Carpe Diem adds a lot of affect that really makes that stanza pop out.