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Villanelle: Little Boy Lost

I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
with clouds for sun and sky obscure,
and I have no yardstick for time

Palpating the air like a mime
with movements jerky and unsure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime

My eyes covered with cobwebbed grime
of rooms left shut since age of yore
and I have no yardstick for time

I bite into bittersweet lime,
a taste my heart will swift abjure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime

My mind is as a spinning dime
that knows not what it shall endure,
and I have no yardstick for time

This is converse to sweet,sublime
music of souls certain and sure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
and I have no yardstick for time
Written by Bonang
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