Albatross

The albatross, she hangs desperately about his neck; delighting and smothering his senses The weight of her coercion pulls him ever downward, into the depths of her eternal sky He can’t bear to look away, for fear of forgetting; he won’t dare hold her gaze, for fear of forever Choked by the thought of her,

Until is here/Until is gone

What had he done, but tempt the star When warned it keep his wish afar Until his time, come be it still No strength befell his wavered will His days forgotten, gone by too fast When then until, would fall at last Until is past, until has passed art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński