Poetry challenge: Trinet poem.
Time leaps
Time slithers
We grow so, legs of metal
In our eyes, deep under ground
Hope moulded
Dream smelted
Thought shaped
Standing upright
Reaching skies
Clouds of time sparkling chrome yellow
As light, slip through our minds
Legs, golden
Volcanoes underneath
Quivering quakes
Screaming loud
Time whispers
A truth only gold knows deep
Skins change, neither self nor time
Legs feathery
Fly aloft
Reveal God