Wednesday, September 1, 2021

The Tongue of Time


The tongue of time has come to rise

It dampens my ankles reveals the lies

That make me want to run

 

Some bridges lift and lay on que

Though groaning grates reveal the true

And flaking state of things

 

Some soar until the quiet lines connect

Enough to notice so in caution we inspect

The damage horrified

 

And so the licking reaches to my knees

The span will operate until release

Surprises me with a sigh

 

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