Comments about Ian Taylor
How Time Passes
How time passes.
For it can go nowhere else;
Nowhere but to the next moment
Which will pass like a heart's pulse,
Measuring itself against its intent.
Time alone tells
Of its own struggle through the years,
Despite a format so casual, to reveal
Its conception and execution itself offers;
Like a church bell marks with its peal.
There lays a mark!
Just one of many stepping stones
Leading some from one instance to another.
As if to merely count as it comes,
Each moment as it passes and is over.
But some endure.
It falls on them to...