forgotten

forgotten
forlorn
in a whisper measure of time
in a silver steel edge of razor dream
in a spark of now
already never

and rise soaring above
above and through
blue and blinding white
and a rush of a knowing breeze
gust of a lost past

crawling into the dark
the damp grey of tomorrow
the empty and lost

through damp earth damp stone
and the bright golden hope
the pulse of here of now
of this
this once
a pulse pace ticking clock
marking the moments
marking the instant
and moving it on through

and stop!
still struck and standing firm
in the light of truth
the light of now
and the never forever
cold dark of the lost
all that is gone
in the past fiction
of time