Emittance of Time
Wingless birds in flight, destination unknown.
Beneath bridges they'll feast, over the ocean they'll die.
Gliding above sequoias, showcasing skills long honed--
An imitation of stars in the untouched sky.
Time well spent, illuminated in the swivel of a neck.
In hindsight, we're all ingenious
But rose lensed glasses blind us over a speck.
Of dust in the mind. Clocks discourage your reading this.
Was it just a long wintry day? Or a shortened summer's night?
"Who's to wave hello
To all those who lack a sight?"
Asks the meandering crotchety fellow.
So pack a canteen--it'll be a long haul.
Feel free to resist, but build strong not to fall.
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