Elliptical NatureI guess it's just elliptical nature
Or the side-step path the worm-hole wrath we waive
No one has the right to make a wrong it takes too long to heal
Just because there's nothing made that's up for trade
There's always something waiting in the wings
I thought I saw your hands like slender bridges
Swaying in a stellar wind with an elegance too clear to define
No one is ever what they wish without a word to hear
Once said, how to become unsaid again?
Is it only so much nomenclature?
I guess it's just, elliptical nature . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 22:57
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