impasse

impasse:
i’m past the present
in passive retreat
to times passed
through the hourglass.
hour by hour
this heart lays
passe, fasting
from feeling.

impasse:
i’m passe
about possible
realities in passing
through this
dark passage.
pressed against
the passenger
window, my passive
eyes perceive
green pastures
laying fallow.

impasse:
this impassible
pass, impossible
to press on,
improbable to trod
beyond. so
i am imparted
with this passion
for impersonating
the sea’s impression
upon a pallid-faced
moonscape. i
escape into this
narrow passage,
passing my self
and its passive
participation in
the persistence
of time, passing.