YOUTH NOW IS THE TIME

A maiden at thirty four
since the beginning of time
she speaks in eras- great eras
etched in ecclesiiastical books of history.
   
  The midnight oil spent
the unquestionable hour docked.
Talents and skills, machinery for the infant
desiring a more consummable tomorrow.
The mother has planted the desired seeds
and the infant prevents the worms from mindless destruction

Daring to travel the labrynth of idiosyncratic snort
having paths where myopic retina visualize
eating the blight that threatens to eat the soul.
      Awaiting she awaits
as existence sinks its teeth into the very marrow
of fossilizing bones.
Blisters sores and wounds exonerate their existence exorbitantly
Smiling, laughing joking the seeds break ground
looking longingly at the light at the end of the tunnel
She dares travel the labyrinth.
The last grain of infantile time
hypnotises the infant prodigy.
 
The midnight oil spent
The unquestionable hour docked
Talents and skills machinery for the infant
desiring a more consummable tomorrow
The mother has planted the desired seeds
and the infact prevents the worms from mindless destruction

In a great hurry she is patient
The unquestionable hour anchored
only intelligent fools commandeer the sundial

The last grain of infantile time
breaks the hypnotic prodigy.