Six Times

Six Times

Six times, she walked across the bridge of reason
And each time felt the lancing of her heart;

Where waking stretched into a foreign season
With lies, and worlds, and enmities apart

Six times, the antiphons she sought were lacking
But each time she, determined as before:

Shook off her thoughts of portmanteau unpacking
Or setting tired shoes
Beside the door

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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