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Opalescence

The shape of all is empty
I learned with fresh fragile lips
Kindred vessel myself, thirsty
Each concept drunk in growing sips.

I learned with fresh fragile lips
How vast the void and those opposed
Each, concept drunk in growing sips
From isolated fonts hidden in repose.

How vast the void and those opposed
The passive retreating the aggressor
From isolated fonts hidden in repose
A deluge consuming the progenitor.

The passive retreating the aggressor
Stage set for a great and flowing legacy
A deluge consuming the progenitor
Ingesting what I can of their supremacy.

Stage set for a great and flowing legacy
A kindred vessel, myself thirsty
Ingesting what I can of their supremacy;
The shape of all is empty.

Stone v Sand

Today a task was sent, urgent request
for a house built of stone, marble, or lime
where I, and all that I love can find rest,
and an hourglass was set, throat choked with time.

Enough to savour these days I’ll soon miss,
where I can stretch myself out on the lawn,
eyes closed, body exposed to sun’s slow kiss,
deadlines, due dates- synonyms for a con.

Plenty room remains for these joy filled days,
why, instead, mire myself in misery,
let these tasks, like wolves, feast on malaise,
when I could enjoy this brief history?

At last, the hourglass holds one grain of sand,
not enough for what any home demands.