Once Knew

You who once knew everything
All the ways, the days and plays gone bye,

So certain behind the curtain lavender rose
In a rapture of celluloid capture, suppose,

A World so vast a minute hand past the hour ticking
With teflon skin the clock within blind and broken yet
somehow seeing
What?

Now my friend, poor reckless wind of will, mad blowing still
To who knows where the empty fill will end ?

All the ways, the days and plays gone bye
You who once knew everything . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-06-26 at 13:45

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