Am I buried in the December Ice ?
Under a debris of a precious History.
Why the Precious always seem to be Precarious....in it's poise ?!
The icy prison
has the transparency that let's me see beyond the
Dailys and Todays!!
...will it survive the transitions between the Rise and Fall of my personal civilisations!?
Keeping me trapped in a Time capsule and inject me to life ?
The times together mark the Time Spread in my Life.
That otherwise is named a calender.
These Icy Gulags have a ghostly Chill
takes away my Life & need not kill
The spectral entity of those Moments tick together
as the Eternal gifts Births , like a seasonal weather
The eerie silence behind those walls
in the gorges I once called rooms
My memories throb though mummified
when snowy deserts burn full Bloom
Though somethings are always ageless
A wrinkle is a dune in the desert of time
Why carve names on an epitaph...that is already Mine.
Under a debris of a precious History.
Why the Precious always seem to be Precarious....in it's poise ?!
The icy prison
has the transparency that let's me see beyond the
Dailys and Todays!!
...will it survive the transitions between the Rise and Fall of my personal civilisations!?
Keeping me trapped in a Time capsule and inject me to life ?
The times together mark the Time Spread in my Life.
That otherwise is named a calender.
These Icy Gulags have a ghostly Chill
takes away my Life & need not kill
The spectral entity of those Moments tick together
as the Eternal gifts Births , like a seasonal weather
The eerie silence behind those walls
in the gorges I once called rooms
My memories throb though mummified
when snowy deserts burn full Bloom
Though somethings are always ageless
A wrinkle is a dune in the desert of time
Why carve names on an epitaph...that is already Mine.
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