Sunday, July 25

As cells divide so did this girl nearby.
Now there were two beauties catching my eye.
It was a young lady fair, frivolous and fond
Of joy, with an easy grace, seated by a pond.
She blew a kiss with lips that seemed to fly
Away from her mouth and directly to mine.
As the sacrament took hold of my senses
My perception of time got lost in all the tenses.
Now was then yet then was now
While now will be then -- but enough, enow!
My words fail to serve my purpose;
I hardly begin to scratch the surface.
I submit a plea for help and sanity --
I am lost in the maze of eternity.

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