The Absent Mind

johnjosephlyons

The absent mind

The truth is
           that it all takes time
time itself takes time
           we are all descendants
we come from somewhere
           and we are part of a cycle
but one which is not circular
           whatever our origins
time brings change
           we learn
and we move forward
           and build ourselves up
from memory
           which is stored time

the rose did not appear
           on the first day of creation
neither did the first day
           nor the eye to appreciate
the rose’s beauty
           nor the tongue
with which to express it
           and love too takes time

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