He has a card up his sleeve
A chip on his shoulder
And a monkey on his back
Other than that
Life is a bed of roses

Have bought some time to ponder thus
The thoughts of Caesar's Romulus,
The dreams within creations rhyme
Felt within our tick of time,
The pulse of life in throbbing vein,
Magnificence of veils of rain
In starkness of blood sunset'******br> Delineating seas, absorb.
The pain of love in gifted smile
Inviting us to pause, awhile.

Time to pass ****** stress aside
Curling toes in ebbing tide,
Feeling crispness in the air,
Noticed highlights in your hair,
Sensed the love light in your eyes
Knowing deep, it's no surprise.

Ocean deep, ocean calm
Stroking fine hairs on your arm
Knowing, deep, it's no surprise,
To feel the love light, in your eyes.

M.
28 October 2020
Foxglove, Taranaki

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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.”

a lingam is

weeping milk,

with no need

for consolation.