Two shivers ripple shocks down spine
as one took stock mid rocks, lone pine
whose needle presence seeds cone cry,
as time spun by, as times pun by
From far horizon sun’s decline
chromatic signals realign
as canvas linking ground and sky,
as time spun by, as times pun by
Honeysuckle and woodbine, -
alternate spirals – intertwine,
approaches mirror echoed tie
as time spun by, as times pun by
Past, present, future no design –
at least none one may need define –
links reminiscence, what may be,
as time spun by, as times pun by
Each place we trace retains a tine
to tune the rune that chorus-line
repeats, refrains, refrains ally
as time spun by, as times pun by
Who free would break convention's line
should fish free waters changed to wine
which won’t turn back to wave good-bye
as time spun by, as times pun by
The mark one makes must lightly lie
as understatement or the lie
must out to flout each signal sign
as times pun by, as time spun by
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