Azalea Eyes

I am resigned into being
Terrified by Time,
A body ageing before my life,
Tendrils thwarting limbs entwined,
Elongating through nostrils
Conducive to a waking mind.

With azalea eyes
This day is the same day
As forever and a moment;
The contents, mostly illusory,
Dilatory, dissatisfies;
We sometimes see a fleeting glimpse
In passing of what would later
Become dislodged
And permanently broken,
Acknowledging all we always knew
But which was never spoken.

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