Not the what will be, or what has been,
but living in the present is all there is
to life, the reality, but in
stages of concession to the other phases
that in succession raid our minds, distract
our present train in memories and dreams;
death and immortality do here attract
the eye, their animation in reams
and reams of content constrain to the
now their overwhelming parameters
forcing our backward dwelling, our future
encampment in vivid thrilling metaphors
that even now fashion the present as their
tool; so as our eyes grasp solid form,
transcended to continuity where
death and immortality assume the norm.
