THE CANTICLE OF TIME

I have waited for you as if for aeons, as time anchored my soul to futility and endless want,

hell is not just other people, but an othering of your acceptance,

that I have learned in the healing of auspicious chance.

Love is the fertility of yearning brought to fruition of a fulfilled want,

born of a need in the human psyche.

I have all of the love in the world for all of the loving people and odious people too. 

Hate burdens us from needs to understand the nutriment of a conference with hope.

All the while dreams, dreaming of us together, in Vishnu's half waking up to worlds endless aims.//

born at the canticle of time.