Era Poem by Brian Minniear

Era



Having grown bored with fascination,
I rouse, finding myself preoccupied
Amidst what will become

That perimeter of moments,
That first cycle
What separated from then:

Even now.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Time
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