IncompiTense

[Kent Davis]

I wrote my words as language grew,
and then I sunk into the earth
as a seed awaiting rain,
a touch of sunlight far above the misty blue

I plodded on, with tense my devil

Future-tense: He will fly
Present-tense: He flies
Past-tense: He flew

Eventually I had it down and cold
and the pages, like dragons, I slew

Now a writer, my enemy,
grew deep within another chapter
of the novel called existence

And on parchment made of stuff
between unalike dimensions,
into a chilling little tale he wrote me,
in Unexis-tense


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