Copper crown

by rebsnugs

Sit with me a moment and sip the dregs of time
The leaves and coals we gather to brew a piece of mind
Forget the calculations and listen for the chime
A space for meditation, the sacred and sublime

Pinwheel leaves, a record fall
Time for tea, climb the wall
Look abroad for the sun
Coming home, we are one

I do not doubt your chaos, look down upon your whims
Every mode and order we saturate with sin
I sit with reckless whispers and suckle saccharine
My clock is running backwards, I can’t wait to begin

Roll around in grasses brown
Set to flame my paper gown
Shining bright foil grown
Bury deep, copper crown

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