“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, June 8, 2019
B4 PM
Before private messaging
there were the numbers
on the clock
And those moments
were magical
when we could predict
(make occur)
the future
with its interminable revelations
And knew
All Souls
past by-when it began
its first
Revolution.
There were many times
All numbers
changed what they meant
and how they appeared
in passing.
Artwork by John Singer Sargent [CC0] in Public Domain.
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