we are not dying
we have not fallen into endless sleep
we are not awaiting, powerless
Time, still, hurries in this place

we are not dying

nor do we look back, yearning for days past
faded memories may
seek to cloud our vision, rob us of new endeavors
yet we do not succumb

Time, still, is like dust to an ever increasing wind
Moving restlessly

...here
surrounded by a burning circle
in my mind ... more