The elusive, irrepressible passage of time—
I count the days as I count each particle of matter,
each subject, each verb, each tear, each drop of sea.
In the land of make-believe,
why is it an endless fight?
It's hard to see the truth within,
the irremediable turning of scars into schisms.
All the affection I had to give you—
dare to name them a devilish scheme.
I can't turn your head around,
can't make you see with eyes
that perceive only what can't be seen.
Eyes so bright, like water reflecting moonbeams.
An eye for an eye, flesh in the pen—
you can't destroy my heart if I've mended it.
I have endured, I have persisted.
There's no expiration date on when you will see my end.











