Tell time tell
Repose in the music
That is fearful of a silent mind
What room for thought
In the (parlor/pallor)
Of happiness?
Every time the sun reposes
I feel that I am passing away
Folding into the wrinkles
Of a glass fortress
An endless bobbing calm
The skin of a moment’s edge
Waiting on a passion
To rise silent again
And breathe
In the valley
Vested curvature
Of a pregnant poise of spine
On airs of world envisioning
A drastic axe to time
Tell time
It is unfolding
My creases have left canyons
Craning their creviced necks
To hear what time is telling
Though I’ve told it manifold
Though I’ve told it circumspect
Timeless memory
A grain to grave repose
A trust to time (in-vest)
An ode trickling
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