the participants can wait

the participants can wait
                         but waiting is lost in time
the participants can chant
                         but chanting is good only for so long
the participants can gauge
                         the fall of rectitude, the measure of
song, the revealing fabric
                         of a tiresome nuance goaded on by
three centuries, no, make
                         that three and a half.
This entry was posted in Poetry.

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