A Horsehair Whisk
Just a game of worlds
the span of universe
ready to get closer
watching a sleepy future
count time before our eyes
stop the crystal flow
it takes away our rage
maybe eighty years
turning water into ice
when the whisk is offered
carry it in plain view
the game watches or not
before this one’s over
when hearts stop beating
it’s a dead giveaway
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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