The Blade of Time

The fulcrum is upon us
nothing again will be the same
the calendar
changed

The world stopped
the old ship hopped
destiny
finally swapped

fate finally topped

We open the wound
to end the rot
the pointless plot
the coagulated clot
lies
have
bought

And this blade of time
as sweet as any
divine rhyme
is finally mine

I hope you don't mind
as We call forth
the summertime
sublime
that dinnertime chime

that pantomime of
crime

swinging my blade
of time

setting us all
upon a
holy hallelujah
paradigm




X
01/24/2024




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