Time

__ Time __ ________________________________________ At the corridor of thy Synagogue, The Ventricle of thy care and Favour, Stood I day and night outside amid errants, The door wast open without Frontage to Pass, Archiepiscopal air breathes through the mind. Stood I astounded with no words to broach, Depravity it was to divest my levity, The heaven was small and deep a rootless tree, Dance becomes a slow tedious rhyme of crime, The moment wast lost in spoiled apprehension, I stood away from the flow of life vivid. The prolific ambit, the lap of trice, Upsurged in me a Rebellious sprite. Now away from the Coruscating ravine, My mind wishes to receive the call of thine, The catacomb of time I am so buried, Thy All-consuming Fastening will not meet, , The interior Decorum of my being. A vain man on the Plain of stride of life, A living sepulchre, an acolyte did become My life losing the shaky drowse of time.