We are stuck in a fleeting present,
watching the river fall
out of reach, unable to move the doomed body down stream.
All time is the devil’s time,
and me and you must not consummate
our death with his romantic pretense.
The hell we forgot, built houses on,
is still underneath. But there is hope.
Remove the cloak.
We are the body, not the drops.
That is the Tao, who is most certainly
– Los Angeles, CA