THEY were serving day old sushi at
The cannibal convention
All pleasant tries of Company
Farmed raised with a budget
Never known for wild
And no one seemed to mind
All lack of notice served
That this world is ending
And Time must die
Before one constant Eye.
AND so now open(s)
Is a secret door
That subtle lid divine
And as turns Earth with Change
Spiders spin each season leaves
More pages of our trees
So we see beyond cycle
With a circle of moons
Thru this window of self
Shines in the cup of skull
One star of silver insight
As awake is continuity
So The Million of Years
Dwells in eternal comity
AND so when I say
I give all at the office
That every last particular
May reap what I sew each day
I think I know a better bottom line.
Yet still, in stillness stirs
And yet still I wonder
How it is you smell of amber,
Jasmine – the oil of Abramenlin
And rose to rise above
Day old crowds and carrion
To drive by constant watchfulness
The minutes, the hours of my day
By she who moves
This watch beyond circle and window
Outside of Time.
