Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all

Poetry in simple, naked, raw words. Tears rising up like sweet fumes or bitter anger, chilling words. I am in complete awareness of TIME. How cruel that we should be given a conscience of our "assujettissement" to time. forward motion of degradation, and yet full of rebirth. helplessness, hoplessness, fright at knowing that Time will have the better of all of us. How powerful, how weighty. We must link in order to crush the chain. Create time so as to better fall in an oblivion of it. Why do we want to know?