savaged a brutal storm
hurled with lightnin' the
cold scald of tears and
pain

a coat of plenty shabby
and thin
like a battered old heart
on a sleeve
made ot tin

hope parade on the main
street
down the shade
where the grass grows
this route is sweet
more stable
garages and garbage
tags like spells
fable

the wind is blowing
the wind is knowing
unto yea the silver
of the light leaps
like fruitful fish to feed
ideas
from labyrinths of
currents
the coronet of sun
gleams its warmth
the music
to the gallery of
souls within
a chamber of echos
on worn walls
wind sweeping
its caress

hush fear
lest thou draw
near
and shiver in
the shadowed
nite
let apparitions
partition
be todays
lonely mirror

I cast this
gaze
away

to here

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