the tears you see
know not years
not time
rhymes i spin
new as tomorrow
are dug from the dust
of yesterday
we enter this play
mid-scene
with our lines
and little more
deep beneath the present
is the score
plots, sub-plots, cues
clues to the truth
to muse and mull over
and over
defenses fall
bombarded by beauty
protective senses fall
crumble and fall
away...