Paradoxical
grappling of time
With
the assayer with the long cloaks;
Three
Meridiens, vowing good intention, sit in nude reality.
Maiden
Meridien, temptress sublime,
Will the
new day’s journey gain destinations;
Or
prove mired - lost in damnations?
Noontide’s
Lady Meridien; does she sing of fickly fables
Or of commendable
conquests?
Say ye
so! Seduced provocateur; or honorable nobleman?
Paths are
laden of distracting jezebels
Flowered
with evening primrose galore;
Dressed
in pearl necklaces of adjunct lore!
Eventide’s
Madam Meridien; serves a cold broth of failure
Or
succulence from breast of the slain enemy?
Recount
each act upon fortune’s elliptical path.
Harness
thy loins, for success is its own allure;
Tomorrow’s
fate awaits the vanquished prey
Or the
exalted hunter - at gloaming of the day.
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