In The Outer
In the outer, seeming
Always dreaming time was
Dimension of it all,
Softly she lay dreaming
On a pillow of pause
Still as silence because
The way certain shadows fall
Into shapes curtains blindly seeing
Pull the drapes over thoughts of being
As you were, always dreaming
(Time was)
In the outer seeming
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2023-06-02 at 00:58
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