poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Tempus Vernum
that afternoon I was young and full of wonder we drove top down the length of Big Sur the carmine of a setting sun garb to files of ancient oak and the fidelity of Blaupunkt filled our ears with the Latin verses of septentrial melody of seasons, cardinal points and earthly things ergo, oceanus, maritimus ergo terra, stella, hiems et aestas ergo autumnus et tempus vernum the years passed, each winter tracing its history on our faces, our memories, our sensibilities each spring announcing its resurfacing in flower with the face of Aprilis never did we return, for return is forever forbid but the sweet melody eternally safekept in heart and the song of the Uilleann pipe faded never from our ears 18 XI 2018
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