It is time now for retelling

The tale which dips its beak on the flight
Of the mynah bellowing a hearty lament
That caresses the storylines of millennia

Resonating the throated silences of an
Antechamber coolly contemplating exit
And return: it is time now for retelling.

The tale which meanders through and arrives again: it is time now for retelling.

The tale which sips in a marrow beyond
This time, beyond the time which latches
On to the steady revelations only rhythm

Is prepared to show, beyond the time that
Alterations of spacetime attempt to account
For but falter: it is time now for retelling.