air water
and a shallow grave
where solitude is raw
and local time is left
to its own device
he rolls in a certain tide
across a circus floor
wallowing in the sentiment
of still being here
Septimus is last of his breed
forfeiting his dim heritage
under arches and domes
just to see another day
he is the fly on the wall
the riveting sound of years
tumbling down the stairs
of no more credit
Poetry by Bob
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and a shallow grave
Septimus
Septimus sleeps in hallswhere solitude is raw
and local time is left
to its own device
he rolls in a certain tide
across a circus floor
wallowing in the sentiment
of still being here
Septimus is last of his breed
forfeiting his dim heritage
under arches and domes
just to see another day
he is the fly on the wall
the riveting sound of years
tumbling down the stairs
of no more credit
Poetry by Bob
Read 538 times
Written on 2015-10-11 at 23:15
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