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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Tyson West


Triolet 5

Measuring your wrinkles–numbering my grey hairs
We twist and trust–we have nothing left but time
Fresh hours sparkled once to wrap our neat affairs
Measuring my wrinkles, numbering your grey hairs
Time aged into a sticky mass that loops and errs
Our certainty now leaves us as our muddles climb
Measuring our wrinkles numbering our grey hairs
We wist and rust, we have no thing left; but time ...