Time Is So Unkind.


You know, at the end of a tunnel, you will see light.
There will be light.
If there isn't illumination,
how is it different then from a well.
A bottomless pit.
But you see baby, this is our tunnel,
no, this is our well.
Because I don't see brightness in the far distance.
& we cannot dwell on walls of sand.
Makeshift isn't eternal for a reason.
Long lavishes short.
& we will be the latter.
For better, for worse.


But Lord forbid,
my foul senseless hope, of radiance in darkness.