W203 Poem #9?

trying out a new catalyst to convert natural rhythms into poems.

the substrate was two points in time:

11 1 08 10:35 65 (degrees F) 53 (% hum.)

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11 1 08 11:08:15 66 (degrees F) 53 (% hum.)

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the product:



A Wild West Posse

Ah- What a quest! To capture a moment!
How?

Can an instant be dreamed or drawn?
Or are these words 'damned' to hold naught but past
and future?
What once was is not,
and (hope&fear)'s
projections are not;
tho some may come to be.
What crime has this Now,
that to a cage we
condemn it?

If in this life on a time line we're found,
then:

Each eternal, cosmic Now is
a pearl there strung, showing us that the hourglass
grains we're so oft buried under
can, like White Dwarf Stars on a great galactic necklace, shine forth.
And, as the [bulb:) brightens
the (darkness] surrounding
with one point of light,
[Moments:Time]






Seems like it could have potential...

Whataya think?