The Decline

Beautiful Owl we all are why have you o poets left the path which leads to salvation only of death you talk that is known to all who come on the earth to walk we all have to our lines chalk walk and erase those memories WRAP EM in the balls of time reclaim the past as and when without observing the distance of events we had passed has no meaningful sequence why be blamed of delinquency you have yet to live x24 hours in physical tense...till these moments pile up in the veil of time you just left behind I too am no mine but consume time as one drinks a glassful of wine then I dine walk into the inevitable ravine line up in QUEUE where now dwell most of you