She Has No Tale That Tells of Forever

Graspless, avian, what has swept beyond the level horizon-

light's flight alone above this reposed conclusion. Weighted slumber

of the scaled down world gone earthward while thought is form

lifted from our ingrediant solace. Soil warmth that's a lower depth

beneath the slow months passing. The load bounded by twine

which frayed from each hard turn, and so another bind forgotten.

Gaps of time to find on a path reaped by the moon! An entirety

to fill a window. Is done, a reflection placed inside it's answer.