Sublime progression–
\ntime–
\nan inordinate obsession.<\/p>\n
Strings of memories,
\nsome sweet, some dark,
\nsome vacant unremarkable,
\ncreated in its wake,
\nonly to be relinquished
\nto the uncharted, undistinguished
\nbackwaters
\nof a tormented, languished mind. <\/p>\n
Vanquished time,
\nits unending approach
\nallows hopes
\nfacilitates dreams,
\nallows the promise of what might be; <\/p>\n
its interminable passing
\ncreates memories,
\nrealizes regrets
\ndashes dreams,
\nbrings to fore the sorrow
\nof what might have been. <\/p>\n
This sublime progression
\nnever slows, stalls, stops,
\nnever leaves us in suspension
\n(except as frozen in those
\ndark, sweet, vacant memories).<\/p>\n
Time’s illusion,
\nour confusion,
\nis that time speeds up
\nmaliciously dashing more dreams,
\nfulfilling fewer hopes,
\nsubversively undermining
\nour intentions, <\/p>\n
leaving us behind with
\nour regrets.<\/p>\n
Our regrets:
\ndefining decrepit age,
\nsignifying the life that
\nwon’t ever be complete,
\nunlike our dreams,
\nthe hallmarks of youth,
\nthe province of a life
\nto be completed. <\/p>\n
Conversely, time’s gifts,
\nto take the frozen memories
\nfrom its wake,
\nsweeten the sweet ones,
\ndiminish the darkest of them,
\nand to help forget
\nthose in between:
\nthe vacant, unremarkable
\nin those uncharted backwaters
\nof our being. <\/p>\n
or to forget our dreams. <\/p>\n
I’ll confound time’s confabulations
\ndefy time’s prerogative
\nand exercise mine. <\/p>\n
I will not allow time
\nto take away my dreams
\ndash my hopes,
\nabandon youth,
\nrelinquish myself to
\nthe vicissitudes of age. <\/p>\n
I’ll maintain that youth
\nperilously clinging to
\nmy outlook on a life
\nthat will yet be complete.<\/p>\n
I ponder this obsession,
\ntime’s progression.<\/p>\n
Sublimity be damned
\nthis pondering only succeeds
\nin progressing time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sublime progression–
time–
an inordinate obsession.<\/p>\n
Strings of memories,
some sweet, some dark,
some vacant unremarkable,
created in its wake,
only to be relinquished
to the uncharted, undistinguished
backwaters
of a tormented, languished mind. <\/p>\n
Vanquished time,
its unending approach
allows hopes
facilitates dreams,
allows the promise […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,1,4,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2239","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-personal","category-poems","category-songs","category-time"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2239","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2239"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2239\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2240,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2239\/revisions\/2240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}