AD.

 

Time keeps on slipping into the future
macerated into memories eclipsing yearly harvests
held in frontiers of flesh and weather, deposits of
taggants banding hourglass sand pinned under gravitational
anniversaries, the sommelier at the nexus grasping
key notes, crescent phases and
gibbous introspections

~ Lady

 

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