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Laura's Fault
What is the age
of reality itself
Older than
a metaphor
Unreferenced
on a shelf
What is the distance
unmeasured from within
Spoken of
but never seen
A poets
dying whim
What is time uncounted
as numbers lose their clout
The hourglass
returned to sand
An abacus
in doubt
What is love ungifted
but feelings' last excuse
To roam unlinked
between the chains
And blame it
-on the Muse
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
of reality itself
Older than
a metaphor
Unreferenced
on a shelf
What is the distance
unmeasured from within
Spoken of
but never seen
A poets
dying whim
What is time uncounted
as numbers lose their clout
The hourglass
returned to sand
An abacus
in doubt
What is love ungifted
but feelings' last excuse
To roam unlinked
between the chains
And blame it
-on the Muse
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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Laura`s Fault
Laura`s Fault
