Poem -
The Lie That Is Time
The line, denied, yet immortal in its formΒ
Shaded in illusion, like the lillies in the thornsΒ
to perfom choice chores for unseen remorsless lordsΒ
To a real dellirium, we've succumbed, and thus adoreΒ
My light, if right will be snuffed out by more...Β
...And more sweet corruption as I pass this time's doors
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Comments
Thanks for taking the time to point me in this direction... It turned out to be time well spent. Very nice poem...
Peace and love always...
John.