All the Time in the World
Imaginary friends are leaving us
and it’s about time. Let new love
start and the city deconstruct
itself before evolution begins.
The architect of ruins has quite
a job, with a pay packet to match,
but he is a two-headed snake
and you should avoid listening to
his hollow lectures and preambles.
From here to there and then on
to everywhere, there is no time
or way to assure our future.
You say that angels weep in heaven
and that we can awaken elsewhere
in golden light and rainbows,
but shadow voices suggest otherwise:
there is no far away and you cannot
carry me to safety or change
what we have become: adrift, bereft,
in need of salvation and song.
© Rupert M Loydell
Rupert Loydell is a writer, editor and abstract artist. His many books of poetry include Dear Mary (Shearsman, 2017) and The Return of the Man Who Has Everything (Shearsman 2015); and he has edited anthologies such as Yesterday’s Music Today (co-edited with Mike Ferguson, Knives Forks and Spoons Press 2014), and Troubles Swapped for Something Fresh: manifestos and unmanifestos (Salt, 2010).
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