“ Held Instant ” ~ on life’s clock ~

Held be instant

On life’s clock,

Prods the infant

Time finds stalk,

Till soul senescent

Begs for distance,

That lessens load

Of aging baggage,

One need dispose

To bury ravage,

Excesses imposed

Of borne instants,

Living composed!

 

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“ A Form ” ~ not the norm ~

I see a form

Rise,

Lifting upward

In disguise,

Tho not the norm

Can but surmise,

This giant butterfly

Just barely born

To suffer such a size,

Said dinosaurian wings

Be excesses I do see,

In a world now on the brim

Man’s antics caused it be!