Time's Anvil

 Short-sightedness knows no ally
Its focus blind to willing aid

Still...

How we enjoy picturing that
Which isn't there
The "what if"
Often prescribed to dreams
But made real by denials' insistence
Relegating simple innocence to the shadows
Where hampered discovery awaits

Awaits

 Awaits

 How willingly we wet ourselves
Beneath the rainbow waterfall
Drenching ourselves with vicarious beauty
Not ours
by ownership

Not anyone's
Whose reality speaks

But everyone's
By default

 Such an awash of delusion
Roils upon our survival
Over our desire
Drowning with our self-imposed defeat
Remaining unknowingly stillborn
Indefinitely that which is not

Our unknown nemesis
Creating current
Beneath the foam and froth
Of cosmic archives
Where Nature's ancient warnings
Man's embryonic shortcoming
Enjoins chronic ignorance
Until
It doesn't

 The fortunate few
Wake up
Refusing to drown
In multicolored wakes of chimerism

We surface
From ocean's horizon
Find reality
Content ourselves as self-sufficient islands
Surrounded by life's checks and balances
Knowing ebbs and tides of change
Nature's way of emptying tributaries
Many call experience
Others
Missed opportunity
We...

Through it all

Honesty
Time
Waits

Like a hammer in freeze-frame
Poised high above the anvil
Knowing its dropping
Induces a foot print
Of who we are
Not what we might be

Of you

 Of me