No need to fall
no need to crawl
no need to run through the lubricious time
in search for that auspicious rhyme
to restore rhythm.
The day is leaning on the flowers
reborn, as spoken by the lore,
so bloom your eyes into the spring of hours
forget they end, like cowards, up in the towers.
Erase the thought of time.
April,2019 -work in progress
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