Time devours my simple space
Its pale hands stealing the present
And holding me in opaque thrall
Denying my highest dharma
I'm a rebel of passing autumn
An innocent spinning gold
Capturing fleeting transcendence
An evolving angel's Soul
I'm running back to where I saw
High above the silent drones
Tomorrow’s dreams nailed to the sky
I grasped them lest they slip beyond
They noticed not the wonder shown
Raw lightening held within my palm
I tasted of unspeakable things
A Chameleon of the moment
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