That comma’s a border
we creep over,
to the permanence
of done deeds
and what’s gone
These two things-
the fixity of the Past
and the possibility
of the Now.
The border of Now and Then is illusory.
The real one lies between entropy and change
There is no past in any real sense, only change
and the effects of change.swelling and bloating,
expanding our history. The authority
of Time the Usurper-tells us lies.
What use is this past we can never access
except when it’s leaping,raw and raging
on you like a dark panther in the night,
tearing your laughable pretences to quivering shreds.