(T. Beechey)

All throughout existence

There's a mist which has shrouded

And I've vowed to unveil

That which fails to reveal

As I kneel at the altar

I falter in speaking

My desires for seeking

What is no longer real

The pattern's unbroken

Meanwhile,fate has spoken

And I haven't an answer

At my chance to respond

The bond which offered

Soft landings has severed

So I'll never find closure

Till Time waves her wand

There's a message that's etched

Crudley sketched on the memory

Of reminiscences

Between each kiss and curse

No rehearsals are needed

To intercede with tomorrow

Our own destinations

Shall await the next verse

The pattern's unbroken

As Time has awoken

Yet the dream still continues

Spinning through and beyond

Still,the pond is unrippled

So,let's remain on the trip till

Either the road ends

Or Time waves her wand

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