To Remember
Will the rambling be tamed
Published in
Sep 10, 2023
The triangle sits and waits ever so hesitantly,
most misunderstood,
the edges cannot
help but ring in anticipation, for
A short-sided glare casts upon what once
was a beautiful sound;
though it may never last,
at least it once was, at least it once was.
Lest is was forever found and forever
scattered within the tales
of antiquity, it rests, it rests,
it rests.
Within another and with ought the other,
this time it must wait; and wait
a long while it shall.
Boasting of the time that it has,
whilst the other hasn’t,
when will the other
learn? Will it ever?
