In Due Time

In Due Time

A Poem by FaeryQueen
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I reached a certain verbatim with myself.
A conclusion; avoiding any non-personal clauses.
I tried my best to close my eyes, and imagine.
To picture, crisply, every time that I read a certain chapter of a certain book, I tried to picture the scene.
It is working. But not as it used to.

I love writing, I will always write, no matter what; I will be here, behind every single world I type.
Sometimes, in hazardous (Rime), sometimes in things most dire, sometimes in things calmer.
But always true, and irregular.
Because, in most things, and as it goes, I am irregular.

I am nowhere in this scape.
But I can paint you a picture, because I need a painted picture to be in, to think, to wonder, to wander, to fall in love.
I can paint you a picture in which I am in, currently thinking.
Let's see...

You can say I'm on planet Mars, or on the rings of Saturn.
Somewhere deep in space, engulfed in the Milky Way.
Embedded in each constellation; as their respective lengths fatefully reach out to graze my aura, I do not retract, instead, I close my eyes.

In due time, things will happen.
I am not in one place, as I was before, I am not a conventional being anymore, nor am I a celestial orb.
I am, as always I repeat, something more than...
Nothing... makes sense[?].

© 2017 FaeryQueen


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Added on December 13, 2017
Last Updated on December 13, 2017