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Time-sovereign
Bone upon bone o'er parchmented forearms,
Tine-crinkled time melts in whirlpools of stone.
Flail over flail of wings pull not, they feel not;
Lulled into infancy, held by a moan.
How could I dare to breathe millstones and horseshoes;
Fences and progenies left to the rain.
How could I stand to hold mildew and curds?
Scripture, uncertainty, left to disdain.
Flown from cold adequate, hurled from the meadow,
How could I cope with the fickle absurd?
Here do I dare,
Dare a dream of dun loftiness?
Spun-round the finger,
Ringed, fervent
and mad.
How shall I care,
In the course of atoning,
If you should turn, just so,
and meet my eye?
Aloning do I
hover on waste
Waiting for only
the merest flick
For mortal tongue
to take its taste:
The clock
to tick.
Music and Poetry
Created by
on 6/12/18
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Images by
.1 — "The Desert" by LostSoulsArt
2 — "Twisted Desert" by 2753Productions
3 — "The Bledowska Desert" by Ozyrus
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