a quiet verse from helion come
a quiet verse tonight
a word or two of moon and sun
and those who dare to fight
against dross as e'er prescribed
better numb the lives we'll know
from ideal we're e'er deprived
but we are the ones who grow
for fervent grasps at that which ain't
for ill-placed laughs and farts
what lights our eyes is what we paint
to make of life new starts
for lease on but that word, or two
i'll simply tell you this
there's kronos in the mirror, too
he calls us to abyss
so broken as i am at times
and so far from birthing's place
i am no slave to paradigm
nor passing time's clock face
with friends unravel all life's knots
the one's beyond your heart
a modicum of well-flung snots
to make of ends a start
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