Past perfect, present tense
Safety and danger, both so near
to touch, to see, to sense--
A step back, away--a defense.
Lie low until the storm relents.
The past is present, the present tense.
I wait, in irons of suspense.
Open the present, the moment so dear--
past present, present tense.
Can I give without recompense?
It's a charmed light when comets reappear--
to touch, to seek, to sense.
Lying, like cats in the sun, content
in the silent bond that I revere--
to touch, to seek, to sense.
Will we live only in words we hold dear?
Words are ways which have their ends.
The past is present, present tense--
to touch, to seek, to sense.
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