This Moment

On time and the mind's perception

This moment

Never changes, never goes

Like a dream

The dreamer does not know

A past that never was

A future that will never be

These two illusions

Arise from memory

Needles on a record

Brushes on a canvas

This is the dance

Between mind and man

The brush paints the image

The needle creates the sound

But neither brush nor needle

To the creation are they bound

Occupation, sex, religion, race

Are constructions of the mind

And belong to time and space

For when the puncture in this fabric

Has been exposed

You will truly know this moment

Never changes, never goes

Reviews

[Devin Molenda]

This looks like a poem that a well-known poet has written. It is very good. I would like to read some more.