The Albatross
by Yesu Ben Time is a tyrant, dawns will rise the albatross will dip his wings to chill in rippling crests and skies, his colored dins, create white rings I try to catch him with my stare but he'd forsake my din and eye for he is light, as light as air, an apparition way up high. But mad and fleeting is that moment and ephemeral it all is computer graphics quickly spent or the grape’s effervescent fizz... For time's a tyrant, martinet don't let him catch you by surprise, he'll always win the argument his downsized look's all just disguise.