The Meditation of Many Years

[singofspring]

axtaria may abyss!  a lock! a land in the distance, she suggests, i think it is time for us to go.
and the crow nods his head in annoyance, proclaiming REPENT
for the end is nigh

and we all picked up our teacups and reminded ourselves of had excitement in the ever crispening rainy evening.

storms have yet to pass,
we wished for intelligent banter.

The night was rum, palest orange ever seen,
the footsteps never seemed to cease,
as the events of transaction

energies and the raven protests

LIVE
as you're meant to be

the man named iotom sings softly
in the distance, nudging, sounds clouding
the abyss at which we stood apart,

her hand reaching out, but
his arm was llimp

(just as god reached down to adam)
he leaned over to eve and whispered

"the meditation of many years"