Beginning of Time
Its in the waiting round the bend
that time stands still and runs way
rolling into the next second
the heart sits at the edge of sway
with fluctuating breaths we go
into a new dominion of self
leaving behind memories glow
opting to truthalize oneself
its in rules made day by day
that a fish swims out of the clay
it enters new channels and space
into where man finds protoplase
its waiting for us around the bend
the beginning of time or the end.
July 12, 2021
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
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