Embroidery Of Time

Thoudst' silken embroidery Venus youth,

Thoudst' appease trauma midst thy cognizance,

Thoudst' serenade arachnid's perished muse,

Thoudst' woven cloth of intertwined juncture.

Mirth netted with

Jubilance

Shadowing lakes, Ponds

Of bliss, 

Answers of eternity, woven into past

Present, future.

Cloth of time.

Spirit's glee thy terrential disease of euphoria

They die of laughter in the night's robes of thick joy.

Juncture of turn,

Turning agony,

Threaded pongee,

Solemn to incarnate.

Incarnate its soul,

Elan vital in pith,

Aphrodite swore,

Traverse the waters,

Of time.

Marrow, interlaced

Wreathed into battling fury,

Wooing acrimony,

Casting it into flesh.

The flesh of the cloth.

This carpet of moth.

Is burning like the sun.

Incandescent, as it turns to ashes.

The Cloth Of Time is Burned.

Fading.

Gone From Our World.

Bliss turns to Mourn.

Whysdt thou shall torn

Our hearts?

Shadows are all that's left.

Who we worship.

Who we beckon.

Who we help.

Who are turning us.

Who are denying us.

Who betray us.

Who leave us as dust.

Dust.

Just like the Embroidery Of Time.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

Clever look at this existence ....time in a line..
You put this together well....

Enjoyed it
Scott