Time is of the Essence

~ a poem of gentle rebuke ~

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Did I not warn you?

Steeped in the unknowable

Drowns a life unlived.

Yours.

Did I not warn you?

Stare too deep

Stare too far

And you’re lost.

When dread and doubt

Fill every step

Imprison every breath,

Trust me, Beloved

Clenched radiance

In a frozen fist

Begins to whimper and sob,

Clings to every thread and skein

That run inside you,

Desperate for life.

Set it free,

The lambence that is yours.

A petulant cabala of daily deaths?

Every moment

Pours ash in your eyes

Deafens with Stygian dirges

While scarlet poppies

Resplendent dance

In distant meadows.

Choose.

Decide to falter, even fall

Or streak into cosmic flight.

But choose you must

For a new day dawns…

It is upon us.

Did I not warn you?

Farida Haque