Sideways Through Our Eyes

Notes sent to 1967

So long ago, it seems as things go their way 

and back again to now, as always there was.

Appearances, prolific and weak, and fraudulent as are 

so many who adorned themselves as fancy, still shallow.

Even yesterday, as long a past as there is, 

not so different now than ten days or ten eons ago.

Our time past, the most egregious betrayals, 

forgiven, yet many have failed atonement. 

Such were the lessons of that time and place, of desire,

of regret, of knowing everything which meant nothing.

Seeing the mean face of reality, innocence was lost; 

to find our consciousness may take a lifetime.

Not the same faces as we today are as yesterday 

or tomorrow will be. Beware the hardening heart.

Time devours all. Redemption is how we will see.

To the center of a Labyrinth, there are no straight paths.

From: A Rambly Search for Innocence, Time, and Love

Unpub. MS p. 11