An enclosure of time
A sail to guide me on
an ivy pass not emerged
until one treads the ridge
and builds the past
Where the path is obscured
on the screen of muzzled
communications
Impacting a common era
observing a margin of history
lured by my reflection
As I lay inert
when I travel an edge
between my shadow
a frontier on either side
and love a threshold
where construction is viable
Perceptions yield to a passage
toward a dream
The zenith of my sight.
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