The bandied craft of time
So gentle and limitlessly insane,
To be out of the mind,
within,
and in between too,
To have punctured the void with great rapidity.
We speak no language.
We know no lust.
And always, with the longing…
As Cupid’s arrow strikes the ladder
and rains down mists of distrust
on the Garden of today,
We are here to uphold the law
in the Sphinx’s eyes-
We are in between.
We are worth.
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 11:19 PM UTC
The bandied craft of time
So gentle and limitlessly insane,
To be out of the mind,
within,
and in between too,
To have punctured the void with great rapidity.
We speak no language.
We know no lust.
And always, with the longing…
As Cupid’s arrow strikes the ladder
and rains down mists of distrust
on the Garden of today,
We are here to uphold the law
in the Sphinx’s eyes-
We are in between.
We are worth.
Wrote this poem without much in mind! Hence no title, just the date. Really just a play with words focused around the existential ruminations of the past couple of years.
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