Granite Date
(Granite date)
Up in mid air my glare hangs,
in my pulsation and time thumb,
gravel of this end that drums,
amidst ticks, foolish and dumb.
Seconds surround my solitude,
they tick and dance, fastened;
in half lit space, as to delude,
my expectancy 'n' stay absent.
I wait; in a mystified rhythm,
knowing that it may be an end,
solving my rejoiced algorithm,
and solitude's relentless bend.
On slopes bellowing, outwitted,
time is virtue, waiting is merit;
my expectancies only omitted,
of someone else rave to inherit;
My chordal assonance will wait,
on granite crags to love afflict;
an ode on windy feasts to date,
your sentiments that sole depict.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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