perpetual now

we chase a future
we will never see
while the past clings
to our souls like
so many barnacles
on the hull of an
overladen ship
taking on water
just too far away
from the port
so much of our effort
wasted in a futile
attempt at shaping
a tomorrow that
likely never comes
while we forget the
things keeping us
firmly planted in
the perpetual now

i whisper to you
a constant stream
of mumbled love
knowing you will
never hear the words
but content to be
swept away in the
effervescent torrent

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