Time
Mina Laksh
7 November 2007, 13:17time moves in cycles.
winds claim droughts and rain beats against the ash of those now dead.
sometimes a cycle opens truth and wipes the part that WAS allowing the eye to perceive what perhaps was once.
i’ve often wondered. i’ve asked and sought.
but then, in every cycle there remains some theorem to believe that time has never lapsed or slid amongst the thicket of strands.
maybe it stood; maybe it still stands like a twig to a bush or a pane to a window or a star to a sky….
