The incongruous sway
of our time
slips into the realm of blinking
and breathing
Except in the fall
where exact moments
make a fleeting last stand
in the liquid calm
of our rippling reflection
The incongruous sway
of our time
slips into the realm of blinking
and breathing
Except in the fall
where exact moments
make a fleeting last stand
in the liquid calm
of our rippling reflection