Lenses, table-top pots
Stop instants.
Senses trimmed in retorts
Decant, tease
An essence out of light,
A cosmos out of night.
You'd think a
Mind that spans
All time would
Not change suddenly,
Impose what
Could be upon what
Was but sometimes that's
All it does.
I finished reading this the first time, somehow suddenly thinking it could be titled "Teas/Tease"...why was that, do you think?
ReplyDeleteI don't know, Willie. Homonyms or M&Ms? My hearing's shot.
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