All Imperfect Things


There is no more time.
The darkness which devours all is here.
Open your eyes and see,
This is the proof.

When will I…
…ever be able to catch up with you?
– perhaps its too late…
…Perhaps I’ll never be able too?

Irreversible time and
the irrepressible impulse
for brittle, fleeting
Words, overflow and spill.

Just too far for me to reach.

All imperfect things.