Tell Time to stop, and cancel all her flights;
She has a destination closer by.
Then ask the World to rotate on alone,
For we’re not needed for that, you and I —
The normal, earthly rules do not apply.
Elusive as the waves that undulate:
To dance together, to

The sky breaks into stars break into dust,
And all that senses feel but can’t decide
Is gathered up in billows swelling round
As fortunes to a bedpost loosely tied
Are heard by clouds, as other myths untried.
Elusive as the rhythm of the sea:
An amaranthine love, a

Author: 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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