2/9/08


Albeit in the manner
in which all was contrived
we see that all was built
before our time

And when the towers
are higher than our memories
I think we shall see the true
span of our faculties

For there is a steady rain inside the hour
when time drips
traces
and then falls away
there is a rain inside the hour

-Matthew Argalas

1 comment:

Melissa Nemitz said...

This poem is AmAzInG!