Tear away a page

Isn’t it so intricately interesting

To each their storm they shall vanish

Into a strain of consciousness

Separate we return

What a mess of truths

Entangled neatly on a wire

The half lives of a dew is a fortnight

The heart of the river has four rooms

Speak of temporary rainbows

Temper beautiful lies

In dispelled statures we resort to dreams

We become whole dressed in half whites

Space is a moment

Time is entropy

Times are timeless

Sick of making spaces again

2020.05.

By Aran Meredith