villanelle
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Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right? ‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
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I know not where to look or stand
I know not where to look or stand… I reach for footing; find just sand.
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The Hour is Late
Unopened doors in neverending halls / I know I have the choice to alter clime
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A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
The road from here is rocky danger / And when we reach the end – who knows? / A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
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Why seek to steer what moves beyond control?
The merits of mere stasis we extol / As if the middle ground’s a magic tool / Why seek to steer what moves beyond control? / We try to hold it still, then watch it roll…
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I come to warmth from cold which reigned supreme
Now hoarfrost melts to liquid dew agleam
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I’ve checked the flights from here to there
I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.
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the wedding lamp
No more does night descend with dread. Who knew you’d light a lamp when asked? I fall into your arms widespread; ‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
defying atrophy 