Breaching the Discipline of Time


Breaching the Discipline of Time


Someone once said
I wasn’t born
for the thick prose
of hard labor,

insisted I was pure
and agile,
like the sea breeze,
a wave of fragrance

in the petal of a rose
breaching
the discipline of time.
Aren't we all?

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