"Time"
Taming Itself ~ Masquerading Expectations

image caught in time,
anchored in the storm;
its kin the third,
its soul in legend;
the past observed beyond its
veil;
the veil of death, and maiden sight;
for fortune's change must seize the reins:
the reins the tethers,
akin to strap
and civil stick;
and steersman's frame hollow in shape,
guise shall shift in liquid flow
with change
en masse
of mass appeal;
~^~
Waves a-crash the medium, borrowed,
Words their evidence;
Metaphor their blood;
Sense, our fixation;
:
Bubbling forth, reaction shown,
Orbs encasing hint to all
Upon the throne of
our fixation
About the Creator
Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man
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Comments (1)
Love the mood of this poem!