The guitar had been in a closet or on the floor, it was beat up pretty bad;
time had taken its toll on it, the same way a mountain would wear away
and the rocks would crumble, slowly over time.
The old woman was at the park every day for a year, feeding pigeons
in her blue parka.
Then, one day, she wasn't.
With physical things, time wears them all away.
My feelings and emotions whirred inside of me like a tilta-whirl
and platinum planes of ideas and moods broke apart
relationships severed the knife of distrust cut each rope
the broken pieces of the plate lay shattered on the floor
the bruises were on the skin, the stitches were in place
what can heal all of this?
With the unseen, time heals all wounds, time brings distant things together, and time completes the whole.
Time takes, and time gives.