Pier 60

The day: a foundling, going west,

The orphaning of family;

The knowledge of the right and best:

At best, a distant memory

 

The hope of lovers, ever new;

The love in harbor, ever lost —

The moments, old as time, but few

Upon the eve of counted cost

 

The spaces wherein we must bide

To bring the ailing back to well:

The times we step outside and see

That time’s a voluntary

Cell

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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