dear kominos

oh, and oh so dear
isn’t it strange
    it - the rate you appear?

as a one
to another

though all of the time
the other
is blundering
head on the line!

this rate - like any - relates one to another
its a fraction - in action - divide and to conquer
and this is - a pattern - a story perhaps
of a boy and a man - of a man and a hat

of a hat, did he say?
is he speaking in tongues?
would he not
say the words
that he means, just for once?

would he not
make it tricky
all twisting and long
would he say it oh plainly
oh whistle me none
of this drovel
    to unravel
           is a glorious gone
of a day
    of a time
        that is lost to the sun

of a place
    of a rhyme
        that is NONE
        that is DONE
        that is

    ancient
        is sacred
            is never too long