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The Epitome
Those shadows the epitome of time
let me bruise them so they cannot move,
make those pale moments clearer
in the light of the hurt-
a life no longer drenched
in shapes eclipsing the stopwatch,
now I can pause time when I want to
escaping the minutes for hours,
see the clouds in still shift,
alluding to an illusion
of some fading minute,
the hands of the clock skim ...
Sunday 5th April 2020 10:49 am
Dwell
Those dulcet shadows
chased my figure,
dancing. a motif,
that refrained
to end of those pages,
a requiem of endless sobriety
to those euphoric seconds
lost to me.
Tuesday 10th March 2020 8:18 pm
Constant Belonging
Moulded leather feet
marital as those laces unending
began to weave, dictating the vows
in material, aesthetically strung
beside my fingers,
the draping knot tripped
below my tough coat,
falling towards pavement,
unconscious and disregarding,
tiptoeing back to the perceived years
that are mine.
Saturday 7th March 2020 10:59 am
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