In Time
in some places there
are
triple direction pathways
forked
by moonlit freedom of will
or
imagination
process parallelograms mockingly
flow-
charted retrograde inside
or beyond
excruciating blissfulness
foreseen
by therapeutic forefathers in
treason
of religion by mutiny of
mind
wrapped up pentagrams and
ladders
ever higher while ham bakes
truth
underneath silver mines of
blackened trees scoped through
relative lenses closing in on
gravity
slowly drowning in preciously
metered
time
Copyright © Aron Jacob | Year Posted 2005
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