Poetry Time 19: Everface

Time.

It does not come in an even lap.
It comes wearing the everfacing mask.
Dead light searching, seeking that hope.
It is gone graving the everfading mote.
Can you see the black fog before the red freeze?
They are neither free from the primordial bead…

…Time…

…now, always and never…

…still that masquerading everface.


NaaN (Now, always and Never)