/ then and now /

there was a time, when
things were simpler
then, were at least reachable
without stairs or mountains
to climb, to see, heights 
achievable only by us, 
by which i mean we
but seeing how, now
from [saturnine] sea descents
we lament, so easily things
it seems contradictory, though
the path undoubtedly seems
swerved, curving terse language
of body and being around reality
in an effort to make two from three
too, delineating then from now
this can only mean that
it is perhaps more, even
than those, and they say so,
you know, that it has to have
or be that, even when it's not
however, to say
how, do i put this
without mentioning that
the space between us
is far, far always, though
not too far away from whatever
this is, meaning more
are the ways, i mean
modes by which you
speak to me without uttering
much ado, though do i say 
dare say i that these things
which amount to nothing less
than a proclamation, bold declarative
static statement, beyond rebuttal
challenged, though, while
we open page, pen put to paper
tracing willow-wisps of vaporized (after)
thoughts, chased down by unlikely
suspects, [lurching, but] undetected 
are these those thoughts then
of dejection, our predilections 
toward the next big thing
singing, if only dreaming about
daylight from days past, forsaken
speech pleasing platitudes
bereft of doing
teasing out, want to be
truths of loose words
set free to the tick-tock monotony
beating against me, and my being
pushing out of me are my meanings
for life, i do this 
for not only me

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....there was a time....
there was a time, when
things were simpler
then, were at least reachable
without stairs or mountains
to climb, to see, heights 
achievable only by us, 
by which i mean we
but [i see] from sea descents
we lament, so easily[ --- ]
it seems contradictory, though
the path undoubtedly seems
swerved, curving terse language
of body and being around reality
in an effort to bring two to three,
too, delineating then from now
this can only mean that
it is perhaps more, even
than those, and they say so,
you know, that it has to have
or be that, even when it's not
however, to say
how, do i put this
without mentioning that
the space between us
is far, far always, though
not too far away from whatever
this is, meaning more
are the ways, i mean
modes by which you
speak to me without uttering
much ado, though do i say 
dare say i that these things
which amount to nothing less
than a proclamation, bold declarative
static statement, beyond rebuttal
challenged, though, while
we open page, pen put to paper
tracing willow-wisps of vaporized (after)
thoughts, chased down by unlikely
suspects, [lurching, but] undetected 
are these those thoughts then
of dejection, our predilections 
toward the next big thing
singing, if only dreaming about
daylight from days past, forsaken
speech pleasing platitudes
bereft of doing
teasing out, want to be
truths of loose words
set free to the tick-tock monotony
beating against me, and my being
pushing out of me are my meanings
for life, i do this 
for not only me


draft - 2014