Of Now

There is
No memory of Before
No awareness of Now
Only an incessant Sound droning on and on
A loud deaf tone crashing noise
Dimensions folding out and in again
Puckered figures cut from fabrics of shadow
Push themselves forward in dingy swathes of Light
Then elapse and fade back into the Nothingness
From which they came,
No Memory of before
There is
No awareness of Now



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-30 at 01:23

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I find you poem really interesting and thought provoking.
2021-06-01