TEMPUS FUGIT <br /> <br />Another day plays out, mocks time and place, <br />inseminating choice with seeds which chance <br />encounters may have made, or circumstance <br />contrived to seem haphazard. Steeplechase <br />Man runs against his life-clock tides a space <br />ephemeral which ends by happenstance <br />or slow disintegration. Yet the dance <br />reels on. The players differ, as the pace <br />speeds up and ever onwards to enlace <br />the dancers in a mesh where to advance <br />leads down the serpent’s jaws, but backward glance <br />turns fresh to salt yet halts not wretched race. <br /> Yet often those opposing normalcy <br /> are double bound by chains they seek to free. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />8 July 1991 <br /> <br />robi03_0398_robi03_0000 SXX_CDZ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />[c] Jonathan Robin<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tempus-fugit-6/
