A semaphore of heart to be perceived
The drop of tear eye conceived
Convoluting space beneath the soul
Darkness, the absence of light, in the hole
Virgin beauty of mind fostering thought
Cadence of truth what they sought
They see the pictures moving, warbling
Holding a second from nothing for something
Pleochroic vision the heart sees
It gasps; it flouts hides and pleads
An equine’s canter, a breath of innocence
Misses a beat, a beat of evanescence
A year being added…a year being subtracted…a year being multiplied…a year being divided…
Going through the rules of algebra…belligerent life…
A time stamp they make once in a while…
Whispers …hush. Moving the lashes…in unison…
A birth…a day… a day of dream…
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