there has been a change.

   await, await ;

in the sound of fate ,


no mantra to convince you ;

no ecstasy to taint you .

  far away, far away ;


  a remunerative embrace.


earned it-

kept it ,

   in subtly  

found it's grace.


boast sufferance

    in it,



This poem is about: 
Our world



b e c k w it h


rung in faulty humor i cannot win 

sundance dreams in treasured mist;

one word for beauty and

the avalanche hits


rock drum

deep water ring

around scapes of eventuality 



run around blooming things 

a petaled suture 

this fomality grips on the nothing; 

the vise; 

we'd pine to be.





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