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Time wears its mantle

as a beggar

wears his rags

defying the immaterial

even unto death.

Just WOW!

Time wears its mantle

as a beggar

wears his rags the use of this phrase..it works the poem for me..pen on...blue

But I like,

"Minds travel along

myriad threads spun

by mortal query."

You have blossomed so well, from those first words you left us.

nothing more to say!

Only time gets forever older.

This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.

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loneness is not an option. TK U MLJ LV NV