Shapes Of Numbers Poem by Dean Meredith

Time gets later
Water falls harder
Sins expose holes
Openings descend
Feathers crush air
Minds fail again
Tipples become bottles
Eyes go blind with seeing
Ears deaf from too much
Noses sniff something wrong
Mouths taste tomorrow
Hands touch yesterday
Brains think too much
And feet walk out
Hopes want back in
All will be forgotten
All will know and remember
Each others' heinous crimes
Sorrow becomes a sniffle
Tears have no time
The running down of the clock
It mocks wisdom and repentance
It holds all as examples
Order a smirk on its face
Chaos another man's daughter
God someone's father
Moons lovely mistresses
Morals caught in the act
Something beats somewhere
Elusive music of dreams
Drama of the chase
Mistakes are made
Accidentally on purpose
And all is right again