A FEATHER IN TIME

We’ve 

Decidedly chosen two separate paths; 

I, the lone soldier, and you the tamed catch.

Diverging and differing; both fallen flat,

With neither one graciously placing these facts. 

But, 

To what is a fact is of who is the eye;

To what great attainment is he who decides,

If 

Observing will change every outcome that lies

On studies of sterile and doub-ly blind?

Empirical logics and positive law

Is 

To truth what the fellows of cowards applaud.

Rebellion of minds that find grey in the fog

Still 

Hold great dissertation of right from the wrong. 

So, 

Between you and I lean to listen my breath, 

You 

Can tell that the feathers of time knows no death,

And 

Although you can argue your case to the ground,

We both know the karma your actions have found.  

poem by cass, artwork: bosch