May I offer a poem to all colleagues? To c/c if you may?

3 coins, docile lock, balance sheet,
key-chain , wilted violet
pressed in unread book receipts ―
little can read of vignette
of moments spent purely our own;
, in afterglow of amber light
lazing motes doth wander stream
of teeming gnats blue dusk dulls night,
or dulcet notes old gramophone,
feed on pleasure other days have known
, haunt our attic waking dream.

attar fills phials perfume
falls fashion sleep
, new-spun days stretched upon loom
we, in haste, rush appointments keep;
remaining corked, if scent of fear
pour forth if dared open it,
unstopped, trammeled necks of bottled thought
spill out necromantic past near
or conjure boundless infinite
, pierce paltry thin shield of wit
, artifice adopt naught.

hands fashioned these ornaments ―
occidental mirror , globe ―
have served nation , have traveled since
other shores don finer robe.
handiwork of generations past
interwoven shiny new;
imperfect memory blurs lines.
spandreled vaults of time mute , vast,
graceful architecture holds fast:
our own great monuments follies too;
not note hour resign.

three coins, docile lock, balance sheet, key-chain , wilted violet pressed in unread book receipts ― little can read of vignette of moments spent purely our own; , in afterglow of amber light lazing motes doth wander stream of teeming gnats blue...

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