I watched age crawl up my arm
I said please not my face
and I woke up
with it having seeped out from under my eyes
sewing itself into my skin
no solution
no remedy
time is merciless
first there was art
capturing perfect beauty
then it was the radio
echoing the worlds sweetest sounds
then came motion pictures
and we watched our fantasies implode
a million images
a million perfect lies
aggrandizing and memorizing
for the meek to worship
for the meek to reflect upon
for the meek to admire and adore
to idolize and to cherish
to follow through
over and under
until the glass is cracked
and they finally see
that art
and the poetry
and death
are most sweet
