The Prized Pendulum - Poem by Gil Gregorio
The prized pendulum swing like
fair-cornered wings of the wind;
Penitent and perfidiously switching
in the querulous graves-
crowing a litany bit by bit.
But, as time wrenches a ringing
in the round portals of halts and swing,
while the swampy views the tide ebbing,
a new day stayed on bright and tight!
The hoarse shouting at a distance
echoed and shuddered the cant;
But, the perfecity of it all remained
within the limits of unlimited-
the chanting voice's been chained!
They swing up and down bottomless,
swaying like mantle of a small sky;
and the beams had burrows to a try
incredulously counting the catch cry-
crooked as it were like abyss die!
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