The Accusation of Intransigence

The terrifying thing about the past
Is its unchanging nature, which is not,
Despite appearances, all we have got.
Why should we be embarrassed or aghast
At those events we have forgotten, classed
With figments, fictions, and unbodied thought?
Do you remember perfectly the spot
At which you chanced to see these figments last?

Hello, and welcome to the present tense,
Tomorrow's yesterday, what we forget
As night falls, unexpected, swift, and dense,
The only time that matters; we have met
The accusations of intransigence,
But are we sure the past is over yet?

Our Hearts, part 27