We move through
Time
like
Children in raincoats
Marching home from school,
Their tails trailing long into the evening
Faintly recalling spritely morning showers,
Devoid of time’s impermanence –
The catharsis of past
Deeply repulsed by the soul,
Only when the partition of sleep
Wakes dawn in the spirit’s chest
Drowsily do we shake off its crystallized remains.