Coming Round
Such fertile grounds
For coming round
The same way found
In loss that pounds
Meet face to face
To run the race
In endless trace
Same sacred space
All matters list
Come and go brisk
To live odd risk
In burning crisp
Can touch meet pore?
Meaning seeks more
Beyond odd gore
In empty store
Delay can slow
The funny show
That helps us know
Such futile flow
Wait in the dark
To strike a spark
As curfew marks
An odd skylark
What yet will be
Hedge on empty
Circle and see
Odd lot fancy
Round and round still
Just how we feel
With broken wills
That time must kill
Wait meets wIt here
In mortal spheres
Where empty cheer
Can play on fear
Oblige odd stake
In sensing fake
Make no mistake
For give and take
End as you grace
Stillness in place
As love moves ace
Ere time and space
The mirror shows
More than you know
In change that grows
A timeless flow
Leon Enriquez
19 September 2018
Singapore
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