09/19/09
Time is like the chariots of Apollo
galloping on its strides, never has to follow
a certain pattern like strides of man
walking to uncertainty, discovering what he can
it never changes, eternal as they say
and its beauty never fades, it can never sway
like a swing following an algorithm
of math, scientific, a known rhythm.
It's like a pulse of life, a breath,
sweet breath, aromatic like a wreath
hung on your sweet neck
that i constantly wish to peck.
though time is uncertain, unfathomable, unchanging,
i'm not like time-
i'm predicatble, constantly aging.
-Gino
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