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A Form of Solace


Every other place and time exists
in the here that is not now
just a form of solace face the exits
time to disappear and reappear
again,
Cast ye out yon apparitions
motors without roads trade
your Someday slippers at the Inn
runaway in these wing'd feet,
Pray for whispering long evenings
Lay within the willow feather shadows
Amongst woven basket years
Feel the River wave her lighting hands
Deep within your dreams touch
Summer mirrors,
As inescapable as Grace
Certain as Sin is thought not to be
What is?
time to reappear and disappear again
Face the exits, (just a form of solace)



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Written on 2012-12-18 at 22:22

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