The Present Looms Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
The Present Looms
Time is speeding out of control
as life is slowing down
The minutes of my memory
lost hours going round
My eyelids close, the past on fire
last vestige still to find
One image flashes bright and clear
all darkness cast behind
The calendar in ruins
this moment left in charge
The future marching backwards
—the present looming large
(Burlington, North Carolina: April,2018)
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4/23/2024 12:14:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Every line in this poem masterly written! Fantasic!