(part 141) MY NOW OF THEN

STORY TELLING
HELLING DAYS
LOST INSIDE
THE QUANTUM MAZE
OF THINGS REVERSED
BY PLASTIC PEN
THIS MY NOW
MY NOW OF THEN

TECHNICOLOR
STREAMING SLIDES
OF PHYSICS FOUNTAIN
FROM ALL SIDES
CRAWLING THROUGH
THE SCREAMING PAST
SHATTERED STILL
LIKE BROKEN GLASS

TIME UNDONE
IN WRITTEN WORD
SENTENCES
OF WHISPERS HEARD
I ALIVE TO DIE AGAIN
THIS MY NOW
MY NOW OF THEN

ECHOES FALL
LIKE DYING STARS
FINGERS TOUCH
TOMORROW'S SCARS
I ALONE
CAN NOT PRETEND
THAT THIS MY NOW
IS NOT LIKE THEN

Robert Parker Jameson