THUD OF PRESENT

With thud
The present
Of the past
Falls down

Infinite gaze
Spills out
The edges
Of the heart

The muse
In reverie slops
The future
Indefinite, dies

In waste
Feelings transpond
And, 'I' fetters bound
Under the pain

What is there
To keep,
In the call
Of whom

Adopted
Time pulls
Into the
Present thud