Behold elusive Time, who sails the border
Seas with hooded Knowledge
Questing for the ever-growing Tree
Of vivid Productivity,
Whose myriad arms of unencumbered grace
Are vis’ble not unto the eyes of Man,
But only ever to the gaze of one
Who has passed through the Fires of Endless Toil,
Seen the shores of Labor and of Love,
And been transmuted. Only after such
Encounters will the Tree unfurl its boughs,
Caress the foamy water’s edge,
And Time admit to its fecund embrace.
We wait upon the bluffs of rocky Purgatory
Lingering, hoping for a glimpse of Time
As she advances, Knowledge at her side
In their coracle, by wind and tide attended.
The sea’s a medium inimical, the sky
Oblivious to our yearning for departure
From that crumbling land, which, as we on it stand,
Decays by breath and heartbeat.
There is no Hope left here, no vivacious Future
To which we can aspire. Just the sight
Of Time passing, always beyond reach,
The desperation of our unenlightened efforts,
And our demise, as we sink beneath the surface.
This poem is dedicated to KalliopeStarmist, because I wrote it instead of talking to her on skype last week. Sorry it’s not an anonymous 75 pages.