We The Creature Seek the permanence of dominance We hold over the mold and the fold of our measured time A treasure improbable But utterly unstoppable Love. I can’t get enough of it. I think I’m in love with. Nothing else above it. When it fades like the aging and the ultimate staging of the end And we see the destruction around the bend A Dear John letter we must send To show a reality we must befriend before boats arrive at shore. What’s more important than knowing what movie will be showing as the curtains close On the elegant prose Of some single rose While another blooms in the next room, leaving the tomb Of an old sight seen while the crew calls next scene Like some desperate Act of the obscene We must come clean by gleaning meaning of the previous screening For our carriage is careening around many bends And what could be more important than the trends of the ends of those bends? Einstein said you confuse Your passing Time with the present Rhythm But it's more like a personal prism than a two dimensional prison If you want to improve your vision, dry your eyes mate, and see clearly The moment is yours and you own it, don’t let the present moment disown it. When our paths cross again in this world of unoriginal sin I will hand over your treasure With cheeks wide with pleasure For the past is something to be measured.