Only, for now

the fear is ripe

of a damage that is etched in time,

on a concrete slab of white marble,

that refuses to fade

Only, for now

there are lies in a dream

fabrications

fabulations

memory creating fiction

between the canvas and the thought

Only, for now

the smile is crooked

half-hearted efforts

to consume strawberry jelly

without spilling

Only, for now

hope has lost its way

and encountered a black hole

where time stands like a ravaged momument

questioning all myths of progress