Out of Time
North Country snowdrops bow to the frost,
While South Country burns, innocence lost.
Earth-visitors marvel at polarities stark,
City nightfall shadows the country park.
Realities twist; snow melts with heat,
Gulliver in Paris hears hell’s heartbeat.
The music swells—a full orchestra’s entrance,
As chessmen of fate take their stance.
Next turn brings Mephistopheles’ laugh,
The daughter of Time walks a crooked path.
Sensuality’s charm and new magic’s gleam,
Sleep eludes; life feels like a fugitive dream.
The country wakes with the cock’s crow,
As night fades, the world begins to glow.
Advice to psychologists: study the soul,
For metempsychosis perverts the whole.
As if escaping sin, no grace this day,
And yet, despite this, we find our way,
In the south, in the north, ghosts of the past,
Fixed ideas falter, nothing can last.
WoPoLi 
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