Second Poem

This one actually has a title: "Waterfall (Athazagoraphobia)"

textures forming letters

letters forming words

words combine and flow

only to be silenced

each second is an eon

some fraction of forever

flowing like a waterfall

past the edge of time

each moment is a shimmer

bringing beauty to the water

the droplets tumble downwards

the flow cannot go back

each shimmer build on others

the flow is filled with structure

as we maneuver through the eddies

we forget the roar below

some leave waves and ripples

flowing upwards through the water

some droplets seem to linger

while the rest are doomed to fade

some seem to struggle endlessly against the flow of time

some seem to forget all of those who went before

some seem to last a minute others just a microsecond

some seem to forget all of those who've been forgotten