| |
|
This marked the start of a period where the Muse inhabited me and I was
quite prolific. This lasted a couple of weeks and produced some
interesting works, some of which were informal. This was one of the
first. The only problem is that the last line is 11 syllables -- but I
like it too much to change it.
My life: a collection of patchwork quilt,
squares held together with delicate thread.
Emotions experience time and space.
Will it all still be there when I am dead?
Playing the villain, the god, and the fool;
roles alternate to the changing demand.
Rushing like rapids it never stands still,
nighttime and daytime contract and expand.
I ravish experience while I can,
for my time in this world is all too brief.
Magick and mundane I savor it all,
while slowly advances the temporal thief.
|
|
|
|
Back to list