times fracture scores none to the hand of the clock

but withers on the tickle of a memory

lifts life a veil on the all of time to flesh its drown to the waters edge spirited away on the foundry of the master eye bountiful as ever to the rejoice and cry

homage knows her childlike smile not least the risen fortitude to cherish as dusk nears dawn on the blithes thump and thresh stand stillborn on a babies breath not leave a life or death to dying