‘if only’
and the words come from the mind
which is biased
the dark side has words in another language
whispered in another universe
the lament is still ‘if only’
i could speak the language of the supernova
if only the days were longer
and the thoughts shorter
the warp of space time less eloquent
in ears that are vacated in the airlock
of not listening in a crowd of talking
in another language called mumbling
the eyes less distant fixed
the pace less forwardly propelling
how flat yet speedy the river flows
the bridges fly
the punts levitate in the evening air
time clanged by clocks more aged than time
itself walking the quadrangles of lights
in conversation under a moon so resolute
to call time on the day’s run
the doors be bolted and barred
and all the time it seeps under the beams
the mystery
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