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Full Measure
A late moonrise will always harmonize
With eyes lost in midnight admiration
For the mainspring spin in almanac skies
Above the churn of cloud vaporation
No horologist may exactly know
With any tic or clockwork toc precise.
How may we measure each vortical blow
When chaos is the governing device?
We need not measure too precisely once
The moonbeam throws its mesmerizing spell
Where the heart trains the brain into a dunce
Ruled by the gold where the moonbeams fell
And by the wild air through which it gleamed,
To say..."To measure, is to know we dreamed!".
With eyes lost in midnight admiration
For the mainspring spin in almanac skies
Above the churn of cloud vaporation
No horologist may exactly know
With any tic or clockwork toc precise.
How may we measure each vortical blow
When chaos is the governing device?
We need not measure too precisely once
The moonbeam throws its mesmerizing spell
Where the heart trains the brain into a dunce
Ruled by the gold where the moonbeams fell
And by the wild air through which it gleamed,
To say..."To measure, is to know we dreamed!".
Published 20th May 2022
| Edited 17th Jan 2023
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