24 April 2010


1252
She met him as one might
A stranger meet through time
By continents parted
In the same room, propinquity
To ease inversely proportioned.
By itself devoured
The future is no sustenance;
Twixt now and next
And thought and act
Is where we reside,
And our pasts little weigh,
Would we know it,
Or she, or him.