Philosophies buried along with dead bodies;
Prophecies burned on top of stolen souls;
Well that is only half the story.

The other half is still in the pockets of those living.
They will strike a deal with the dead.
They will give them time and in return,
ask when they will be rejoined.

oh! not in the world of the living –
but the world of dying.

The only place where time is not a factor.
See, the living are always cunning
They strike a deal with dead with the one thing
the dead don’t need any more…. Time…
Timeless Time

Categories: Poetry

Tags: Living, Time