• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 11
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Thumbprint of Time

balancing the universe on an acorn
the thumbprint of time beguiles
departed echoes to encircle the debris,
alone, man's plasticine smile
lingers without form or substance
content in the knowledge that,
above all else, image endures,
fixed and voiceless for eternity
and painlessly recollects, that still,
                 nothing rhymes with orange.