his forever was wrought by a miserly hand
a fistful of time slipping through merely sand
eternity hewn, chiselled by whim, or puckish plan
his forever was wrought by a miserly hand

his brow in full arch, his jaw strong and deep
the span of his arms, worlds in place they keep
heaving oceans he’d sail, unbroken he’d stand
his forever was wrought by a miserly hand

laughter is a lifted corner of sculpted lips
rage is a darkness the sun does eclipse
fire is a torment in the sinew unreined
love is a call born in a womb sustained

the chicane of the dice on the stage fondly set
the calculations we devise tossed asunder unmet
that moment of birth had its mortal errand
his forever was wrought by a miserly hand

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for someone whom i lost recently. for all those who go away too soon.

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