Julian JP Lee

time is a strange & wonderful thing:

ever-flowing, yet without an aim…

always churning us up within their

eddies and slipstreams, tangling us

up in knots of chance and destiny

rounding off our coarse edges, we

are made smooth, bright, true…

all our deadweight is ground up

whittled to dust and we are left as

we are with our iridescent hearts.

there is nothing new under heaven.

all of history has already unfurled

the moment the universe was seeded:

time is just the same unending refrain

repeating and repeating across the

cosmos— the same heartbeat pulsing 

through a million veins, never identical

never new: sometimes, all you need 

to do to see the future is to look at

what lies before you in the here and now