Temporal pulse
Flames ignite around the edges of life
Paper curls as plastic melts and swirls ink
Black smoke rises as you go on smiling
Choking on that rolled up piece of paper.
All we possess is here in this moment
Yet we cast it away in favor of
The next which is neither present nor sure
Yet in our love to gamble we want more
Sand dribbles from my fingers in slow arc
The geometric patterns form below
Transitory moments like birth and death
Mimic the fleshy gate from death to life.
One day to live, that is all we have
One hour, one moment to exist
To find ourselves amid the swirling lights
Stem the flow to resist the endless night
Darkness descends as I stand in the light
In such shadows worlds may wither from cold
Yet likewise I may shelter from the wind
Protecting the more fragile forms of life.
There is no tomorrow, no yesterday
No later exists, and before is gone
Scream your existence to passive mountains
The rising dawn reflects in clear fountains.
Flames ignite around the edges of life
Paper curls as plastic melts and swirls ink
Black smoke rises as you go on smiling
Choking on that rolled up piece of paper.
All we possess is here in this moment
Yet we cast it away in favor of
The next which is neither present nor sure
Yet in our love to gamble we want more
Sand dribbles from my fingers in slow arc
The geometric patterns form below
Transitory moments like birth and death
Mimic the fleshy gate from death to life.
One day to live, that is all we have
One hour, one moment to exist
To find ourselves amid the swirling lights
Stem the flow to resist the endless night
Darkness descends as I stand in the light
In such shadows worlds may wither from cold
Yet likewise I may shelter from the wind
Protecting the more fragile forms of life.
There is no tomorrow, no yesterday
No later exists, and before is gone
Scream your existence to passive mountains
The rising dawn reflects in clear fountains.
