Another Time
Both old and new thou must review,
changing pink to red
Those poorly formed, to stay forlorn,
hiding in their beds
Begin then end, begin again,
on chance the meaning fed
Whose banquet serves another time
—a feast eternal spread
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
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