Time is never an issue
when forgetfulness
reigns in all aspects.

Repetition is all one meets
at the market of old sins,
mistakes irretraceable,
pains without remedy or
further ado
hovers and whisper
whenever impression halts.

Flow you deed of no relief,
you misguided, yet sincere
act of visionary belief.

Arbitrary is belief and faith,
their names the dust
of TNT and dirty bombs.

Suppression is restricted
to impressions of violence
and wild pictures of heaven.

No bomb belt can halt
expiration and its beginning.

No rabid priest, or madman,
burning yet another faith,
can halt the night.