South of now.A Poem by VerseWhen would you finally confess your love to someone who didn’t know?If we lived sometime south of now where Earth might draw her final breath and spaceships could escape somehow the ticking metronome of death would you profess and then avow your secret love, in all its breadth or even stranger, south of now, then say, “I’m just a middlebrow. but fly with me beyond these depths, the ticking metronome of death, or even stranger, south of now © 2019 VerseAuthor's Note
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