“it is time"

"through tinsel trails

and made with lace veils

I am available

to criticism unique

me. and. mine.

from your tired perception

to my tired mind

this heavy river leaks

this coffin floats to retreat...

it is time

and why should I

turn my back to the future

when the past has already been lived

worn and adorned

ridden dead horse

and past mistakes

rid of breath and

my ancestors cold fireplace

I can feel their disappointment...

it is time

through these tinsel trails

ill-fitting veils

I am headed to my past

and your presents wake

mourning that morning

I dress in black coat

head down

to hide my white, eager eyes

and my forward,

fashioned awake...

it is time

to move on"

-raves