Time masticates all spirit fabric
Bite it before it eats you as it does
The dog with the bark can, in time, bite
Whisper to the Silent of your awakening
Alive and open to the kiss of your soul
These things that haunt a ghost
can only be haunting until exposed
Again, time chews one remorseless chomp
bite by bite
Harbinger of echoes imprint words of doubt
clout cut open the heartbeat's thump
An expression of your impending time metric
Soporific, tongue falls to sleep
Languid. Your expression demure
As swallowed becomes your after-taste
You relapse to a time when dogs pined for a munch
not just a timid bark.
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