My Loneliness

the past is enflamed and wrapped in delight & kisses;

the present is cold, hollow, and frozen. Where the past should be, the present is.

But the future is where it always is to me, in its own forbidden zone.

The past is memory, while the present is eternity;

and the memory has stronger gravity and brevity.

The present is a shrunken, humbled, wailing baby becoming an old man.

The present, being frozen as the past should be, has left its zone�"the middle ground;

and now that the present has been awakened of itself, it must crawl and melt itself in the forbidden-ness of the future�"which has become the present.