Spoken Turns

Steadfast tongues spend voids on memories
In conscious rhythms linking histories
With thoughts willed in place by impermanence.
Time lengthens and shortens their convenience
As forgotten resistance to hazards.
The journey to meaning rolls out in yards
To exhaust & retire bygone tumults
Separating tears from smiling results.

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