as time goes by.
somewhere between the orchids
where the temporary sound obscures the view.
now the windows, pained as ordinary foes,
between jupitor and a bottled apple tree,
where all roads lead to where all once began.
a surrogate wind where floats one mother more,
distraight, dismaid, devoid of light.
no speed of light more tender
than the cabbage on her lung.
there is no place left these days.
no face that fits the torso of a tongue.
there is no uniform to dress the marble walls
that walk no earth from sundown
to the ever-changing mood\'s forget-me-nots.
how long ago `a will stood tall and strong?
now darkness breeds it\'s sermon
where the cutting crew descends
deep below the beggars and the leaves
who have flown your nest a million times before.
perhaps another time some may return.
and as time goes by,
where the temporary sound obscures the view,
all men will gather one by one,
and dare remember you;