Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Saturday, October 5, 2024

"Fusion too"

Fusion too

When I feel a fusion coming on

When it feels like life from dusk to dawn

And dawn to dust

Then, I'll know the answers I have sought

For riddled three millennia we wrought

And, answer from the dawn unto the dusk

Is fusion of a like ne'er seen again

The veil of tears is gone and we remain

Heck, there may be a third.  Yes, I know that the traditional religious phrase is vale of tears.  The fact is veil of tears.  And, yes, not my best rhoem.  The subject matter alone makes it tolerable.

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