poems back artist cataloque
The cloth of time tore apart.
The snap was unexpected.
And stunned and stuperfied I stood rigid,
Hearing qa second unburdened
Sgueezed bby the vice of different times.
And a groan is bulking up to silence
Though it struggled thru the fence of teeth.
It is a real touch of hair
That I suppose can hardly evercease.
And through your steps are gone,
And the gait of Chronos has chaged,
No thread - a clew again.
No begining and no end in it at all,
But though no matter - I aspire to you
Within my frozen instant.
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