When Time is of such a depth as to stride,
Undeniable, sacredness defines
Knowledge. When sacredness spurns proffered tides,
Time turns into a wine of bitterness.
When memories of depth of such reside,
Indefinable, revenue refines
Experience. When revenue paid dies,
Memories collide, badly redesigned.
When dead Maestros of such a depth subside,
Onomastical, happiness resigns,
Unavailable. When happiness cries,
Maestros of definition realign.
When memories of Time of depth confide,
Ontological, memories divide…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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