30 April 2012
Altered the time of arrival,
faltered my way around you.
This shard of glass reflects
my guard, dropped in doubt
from all those words spoken;
only you chose to speak.
The new end will sound
the siren, a shrill call.
It signals the new dawn,
to face the coming storm.
Ten Lines + Five Rhymes = Those Diagonal Times • Opuss № I