The Passing Hour

I pass my hour

around the eight balconies

I walk up to a cylinder seal scroll,

protected by a glass box frame

which writes,

"I stroll down

with mid blossoms spring

it is morning glory

the eclipse of my koi spades

take you to Ardh."

And it was the scent of a million moonflowers

but it was also like nothing, as the focus enlightened their times

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To safety.

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