And then one day I saw your face
On the back of dream I had
While waiting for the rain to start
And enigmatic effigies were wrought
For this timeless love
That beat the clock
And five years later it is six years later
Consciousness cohering continually
Consequence: regression is not an option
And retreat is not recommended
It is contraindicated in this affliction
Survival of the fittest fantasies
And then one day it is eight months later
Breathing and being becoming habitual
Retreating, impossible; resuming inevitable.
Are you sitting down?
11 years ago
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2 comments:
The verses, like the writer, are unique. It's a true pleasure to read your work. I always look forward to your latest posts.
JB
On the other hand, they COULD be a little more often!
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