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what is to come.

by Andrew S Adams

like the yellowing
of teeth or the pages of a book,
time passes in a fashion
of frustrating haste
however completely unnoticed.

we are lulled into complacency, like a radio delay
where everything seen happens seven seconds
after the fact;

thinking that we will stay this way forever
that our transgressions will never quite
catch up;

but a lost step in a quiet moment of respite will
not deter what follows us
and so we must choose between
running forever
or allowing what is to come
to come for us.

11/19/2008

Posted on 11/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/20/08 at 02:34 AM

ain't this the truth? we'll get tired of running some day.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/20/08 at 02:35 AM

"running forever or allowing what is to come to come for us" poses quite a dilemma for the less than confident. Reality catches up regardless doesn't it?

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/20/08 at 06:46 AM

You have a hell of a knack for capturing the inevitable and the way we run like hell from it anyway. Great piece.

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