V. 2. / 131.) Time Runs Out . . .

Time runs out...

The waves of love that follow me

Have had their way...

And my patterns of shells once there

Caging and shaping my life...

Are no more...

Black marble pieces... face white...

White alabaster... against black...

The game long set now checkmate

And out stretches the angry...

Loving hand...

And sweeps the whole away.

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