Lengths of Time

Let lengths of time

Lead us in words of wisdom

Sharing glimpses in hollow mirrors

masked as script

tied to windows into the soul

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Stale

Stale

And sitting on the table

No owner to whisk it away
It became lost and unwanted

Once again alone
Becoming cold

Up, down
Hot, cold
Less and less malleable

Each time, less and less
To receive from
Stale, soon to be thrown
Away

My Reasoning

A separation
A place of past
In a time to look forward
I live in the past

Misplaced again
My doing I’m sure
Time won’t be changed
Or even held still

It’s all too big
Tightly packed and closed off
My mind misplaced
A soul born too late

Send me back
All back to the beginning
Time to alter

A way to change
But that would be the end
Until it happens again