Twenty-Seven

Music: Kyrie from the Missa quarti toni.
By Tomas Luis de Vittoria.
Sequenced by John H. McCloskey, at Kunst der Fuge.

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Twenty-seven savors what is hers,
Well acquainted with what cannot be.
Even as she waits, she makes her way,
Neither glad to spend nor loathe to pay,
Taking in what's given her to see,
Yet focused ever on what time defers.

Soon, of course, time will have had its say;
Each future turns to past eventually.
Vested in her love, she yet concurs,
Exact in hope, with dreams that still run free.
Nor need she rein them in, though some might stray.

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