PASSING OF AN EPOCH

What strange place this time rests
in between the frames of a movie,
the dusk-dawn edge we bleed
trying so hard we do for impossibility;
to walk down the middle of a sidewalk
or catching hope within a bottle of despair.

I know where I dwell and it’s large enough for you
if you seek relief from the twilight of a passing
epoch.  There, where I live is nothing but the
promise of impossibility realized

Come my friend, let us go!

:: 02-23-2014 ::