The Exterior Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The covers of a salt feathers touches
Through trickles of distinguish between hands
The picks of life interminable clutches
Deportment ages no one understands
The exterior of time like a trickle shirt
On to openness of clusters swelling
Correlation of which earth is of dirt
With cicatrix of the past retelling

Only ways that are now lost coming true
Through the reiteration of bygone years
Objects of personality life fill
The woven treasures of whittle and cue
A similarity of make out clears
When cutting edges to a hint shall drill