Come To Pass That World Apart
paradelle poem
Time is the river in which we fall apart Time is the river in which we fall apart The pulls that build to right under us then break The pulls that build to right under us then break We build in the river that pulls us under Then which fall is the right time to break apart?
Death is the void that eats all we have to give Death is the void that eats all we have to give Watching our young world with the hunger in its eyes Watching our young world with the hunger in its eyes We give all to the world that eats its young Have death in the void; hunger is watching with our eyes.
Days only change because we feel them to pass through Days only change because we feel them to pass through Come in moments that mean to them, the assigned undoing has nothing Come in moments that mean to them, the assigned undoing has nothing Undoing assigned to the days because change has come to pass We feel only through them, in moments that mean nothing.
Then we all build with-in the river We only feel the day’s void that pulls moments under Time is watching us through our undoing The fall which we have to give them in the hunger to break Change that eats the young, right has to mean nothing in its eyes Because death is then assigned, come to pass that world apart.
