From parts of a loved song of Paul H H Sykes

In the many rooms and also with out people come
and days, to weeks, to months, to years go on and on
This life is set out on a table and taken at bursts and blasts
Nothing ever holds and almost nothing ever lasts
Sometimes the table is an altar and the song is mass

No one is ever talking that much about Michelangelo
Everyone is talking so much about the world we know
And that world beyond this one is sung of in wistful song
There is a moment not yet made that is about to be played
There is never too little left that we have somehow unsaid

Failings ravings ravelling rambling ravening revealing and revealing
The seasons rolling on and on the threads tangling and holding on

[Just flickering and snickering notions set out in sometimes rhyming motions.]

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