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The Corners of The Days

The corners of the days,
That are like prisms sharp;
With all their many ways,
Unfolding out and unwrap.
Some faithless dust remains,
Of all the gold and rust;
That through a life attains,
And somewhere is there lost.

The beauty of their things,
That gives all the evaporate;
And comes again and brings,
That is there accommodate.
The reading and the thinking,
Like water with reflections;
That needs way and drinking,
To give the right directions.

The corners of each hold,
That can't be seen or shown;
Though is inside the centerfold,
And is in all the anklebone.
To read the closed on book,
You need the dawns and sun;
Or eyes can not there look,
For each their determination.

posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 7:01 AM