rhymes of time

words slip
slippery lips
upon a pale
slope of
sliding skin
wet with aching
trails hoping
to reach past this
this…what?

watching all things move

shift

pry open jaws biting brine
rhymes of time repeating.

oh the woes we weave
trying to stop
the inevitable loss
we know will come if
they don’t halt
their foolish progress
toward false prophecy.

rhymes of time

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