The sky descends into horizon
This eve souls pass through the
membrane of ticking time
thin as a needle
kneeded through
ancient quilt sewn by
Archimedes
Plato
Blake
Oratio
Isis
those colossi greasing universe’s eternal
clock, to that recital played
unseen beyond vision
impalpable to senses
not yet sharpened by ascendance
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
The sky descends into horizon
This eve souls pass through the
membrane of ticking time
thin as a needle
kneeded through
ancient quilt sewn by
Archimedes
Plato
Blake
Oratio
Isis
those colossi greasing universe’s eternal
clock, to that recital played
unseen beyond vision
impalpable to senses
not yet sharpened by ascendance
