AtLast_[07]

In leastward decimal resides. Future questing Questions time, Ahh, time Mortally orderly unchanging change Of ever reaching range. Time's Untimely quarter, Timelessness, Quarter rests in rhyme, Unhearing. Listen. From piper's drone

To tenor's clef Circled fifths Entomb the deaf, Who, as babies, hear Only that which babies dear. From voice impassioned, To jut of chin,

Sucklings draw for love therein, Absorbing substance way beyond The moment, Tossed irresistibly is love to fate, As love of love capitulates There is no hungered loss with hate. Attentiveness has no song. And what of me? In me Of she Who So long labored at love's inception.

Phantom mother Ghost impression, I Gist of loss, Of misdirection. Am I just