--- I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
To reach the high, God blesseth every low:
When I am mortal, I am most alive;
When I am weak, I watch my spirit grow.
With flippant longings Yuletide doth arrive.
The new Year rises, grateful to the last.
With nought to lose, I claim what you bequeath.
Where I'm the measure, Universe is vast,
While next to you there's hardly room to breathe.
And yet I shudder once I realise
How with my whim I can destroy you whole,
And flee into the silence of your eyes --
A Sanctuary for my unquiet soul.
Time holds no fear while under waning Moon
Life can be measured -- with a simple spoon.
(December 28th 2012)
Yuletide Mmxii
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