Center fate

I am the untouchably dirty cone of your other dreams

Congealing into the mocking shape

Of a bauble taught to want

As we’re drifting up the rear of

Our seemingly urgent illusion

The smile upon the face of the deep

Knows better

The accuracy of time

Is nothing to my mind

But the beauty of its passing

Aches like every thing

Human nature passes

Too slowly for desire

Inviting Erinyes to teach

Wisdom by fire

Jump with courage

Too late to stray

Safety rapes

Return to center

And become

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