Time Doesn't Pass We Do

We missed us not because we loved us

But because we had no one else to hate

We knew such incoherencies of life

If indeed we reached old age we knew

Each leaf here beside this withered name

We who stars loved to dream let alone

Sleep what shall we pray? What word

In what voice and in what name shall we pray?

We do what we feel we do not even do

We do what we do not even know why we do

If we would rather look at us than all

Unpleasantly definitive portraits on all

Museum walls then who’s to say we are

Cheated of some marvelous experience? 

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