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Let pass-
by David Menzies
Time winds down, and what?
Things I thought are, are not.
People are good is were good
until never good at all is the would-
be humanity of human beings.
I thought I was seeing things
when I could stand the sight
of a mirror, but how briefly
did those grains fall; I could not
hold them as a solid man
being chipped by pieces of a desert,
Time permit. And still,
what didn't I hold that I could have
as Time's momentarily solid man?
© 2003
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David Menzies has poetry and subjective substance in the Fall 2003 issues of
Spire Press, Astropoetica, and in Listening to the Birth of Crystals, a U.K. anthology of poetry coming out in
late fall/early winter.
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