fledgist | eruption of memory

odour of allspice strips away an age
and distance vanishes within the sight
the hummingbird alone will make its flight

words change we find when set upon a page
and in the forest we may lose the light
odour of allspice strips away an age

this is a measure a firm kind of gauge
telling us that the arc leads straight to night
regardless of how much we claim a right
odour of allspice strips away an age