Where did you run when time went
like a slick fox through fog spent
cups of grog wreck papers bent
physics banter clues clog tent
Infinite numbers of dimensions go
cross webbed then, four plot Avrm’s goat
space and motion send matter with time glow
caught for replacement of sins mortals know
Ladies and lakes will come now
when rains of the Earth rise somehow
time loaves the vine just to plough
cold logic met ponds from Tao.
12 January 2023
The Pond at Desert's Edge (a poem)
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