APHORISMS

5 4 Y A P H O R I S M S D A R Y L H I N E Surely nothing dates like distance As the calendar toils by That with its sublime assistance Teaches time how it must fly. The commonsense in commonplaces Renders them no less clichés, As the threat of day erases The remains of other days. Narcissistic windbags wonder Whether or not it would be wise To whip o√ their masks or blunder Through the deep wood in disguise. Every stanza is another Windowpane or window frame, A way of envisaging an Other Who is no more than a name. ...