For Naught or Remedy
By lupus tenebrae
The way we laugh at Father Time
with
memories, both yours and mine,
our own divine hilarity,
and
twas for naught or remedy.
The innocents shall play kazoo
to serenade no more than two
to quell a stone severity,
and
twas for naught or remedy.
And there are moments when a gourd
can turn an evanescent horde,
resign their veil to clarity
and
twas for naught or remedy.
As when the music seems to drown
and ruminate its lack of sound,
to heaven and its blasphemy
and
twas for naught or remedy.
For one adrift the sea without
an influential air about,
is left with only brevity
and twas
for naught or remedy.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Thursday, June 28, 2012.
Filed under: "Structured" and
"Poetry"