Poem of the Hour
So far as I will tell you
So far as I will tell you. Nor until
It was as I could see ghosts. It was from
Her too that I was wrong. And up the hill.
I did the same to hers. That was the one
Thing dreadful. Somehow such things must be made.
I was at once sucked swiftly out of sight.
I thought I could see all the world displayed
The same to hers. It must have been the night
Before their eyes. I felt I lacked a clue.
We passed each other. I discovered Then
Among this people. It was from her too
That I learnt very great depth. Then again
About dawn. I could not see how things were
Kept going. Nor until it was from her.
(TheTimeMachine / Sonnet)
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