Saturday, August 22, 2026

Acta Non Verba

And sometimes there is not enough time 
Not enough air to breathe - only a scent 

That inscribes a past 

Is it enough to know that years have passed 
That a no there was a nail driven - rivets really 

Rivets never come out 

So I’ll never see you when i see you - I’ll only 
See you when i sleep - and luckily i can sleep 
Anyplace, anytime - anywhere - so i’m lucky 

Can you say the same