Scouring the Broad Span of Time

Scavenging eyes
Glow hot within my skull
In fervent scouring
Of the broad span of time

For the faultless glimmers
The pristine flicker of verse
Those sheltered in racing currents
That beckon, faithfully and honest

To pry away their fables
To reap their ominous toll
Lingers, my highest hope
At each passing flare of dusk

My sunken and tired eyes
Shall slave with stern resolve
Until darkness holds sway
And the mind,wavers with hope

Forever enthralled
Ever-heedful
Primed and at the ready

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.