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Was it I whom watched you go without a word to escape my lips
Even as the wild daylight danced through your faience hair
Escaped like burning birds out of your radiant fingertips,
All thought became only another name for timeless dreams
Which wound around the world like an ornamental clock a face
With mystic numbers counting backwards words and inside out slumbers
Found me out of rhyme and disintegrating same as my race
Falling prey to the past to some silken glancing blow may slay
As you were walking away, into the dwindling gray
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-07-28 at 16:16
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May Slay
As you were walking away into the dwindling grayWas it I whom watched you go without a word to escape my lips
Even as the wild daylight danced through your faience hair
Escaped like burning birds out of your radiant fingertips,
All thought became only another name for timeless dreams
Which wound around the world like an ornamental clock a face
With mystic numbers counting backwards words and inside out slumbers
Found me out of rhyme and disintegrating same as my race
Falling prey to the past to some silken glancing blow may slay
As you were walking away, into the dwindling gray
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 685 times
Written on 2019-07-28 at 16:16
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