Wheels like zeros with no ends
Carry the chariot of time in his
Relentless relay races
forward, onward, no end.
Open air ruins he leaves behind
Odeons, temples, dead tongues
Perhaps he'd laid here my heart
In a hoary human ritual of sacrifice
Wormholes like zeros with no end
Shaped in the blue ink of his hand
sometimes they pinch and curve space
Replay, reverse, no end.
And time retouches his sepia prints
Finger curls, base voice, ageless ache
Perhaps he'd found here the font
Of language reviving broken love
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