Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Into the Artifice of Eternity

One laments temporal holds
On us that grey our land,
Yet in the fast steps of another show,
Our own once ripe.

My hobbling skeleton
Motions flies and ants
At the first juice drops.
The Snapping twigs of bursting life
Attenuate contrapuntal misery.

Anything but changing seasons:
Florid pills down my gull, I'll driftaway,
Kill my time to the one unchanging.

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