Twixt

Twixt tomorrows and yesterdays
Are the nows that are real
The times that we feel
Yet nothing in the present stays
And the instants that we are given
Are invariably lesser
Than the experiences that for we, possessor
Have so arduously striven

Indeed, the consequential encounters that so fleetingly last
Inevitably travel such distances as to incarnate resent
For certainty is that our imperative present
Is no more than an inaccessible past
All we have is the diminishing image of love
As we struggle to achieve escape velocity
In order to outrun the event atrocity
Determined from so far above

And who are we to appreciate what an instant is
How the perception of when and where
Correlates with what we care
To qualify a formula, states time and space is this
Notwithstanding who we are
With visions so benign
On a tightrope, a faltering line
Have we travelled well, this far

©21st October 2009 Hey Hey