Transience
A Poem

& the face the body the nerves all blur as the image in the mirror begins to walk away Captured for all of a second then sent into the tower of time to answer for the body’s betrayal The hope of movement now further now closer a shifting horizon an unsteady plate a hill with every grade Bought into the failure of the precipice the inordinate exchange of footsteps for the seat the trial begins by showing what happened in the middle
J.D. Harms 2020
