Phases
1 min readApr 15, 2020
Hail to the silver light of time,
whose black defines the start and end.
Baby’s breath, ripe with rime, still chime,
“Hail to the silver light of time!
Her gestation divines sublime
beldames who rear my soul. Transcend!”
Hail to the silver light of time,
whose black defines the start and end.
