wended way
till toil the fallow soil
and hear the meadowlark
and sparrow freely sing
alive the sky proclaims in
banner misted sheen of white
transversing with the gentle nudge
of a front felt
sensed

the moments in the calm of the greater
calamity stitching bone and sealing scars
emotional crashes are spoils in jars
the looted sediement of touch
the hand held things unlocking
hinges dust sifted
to free memory sensation
longing and loss
the heavy burden of the bottom end
knock of a crankshaft propelling
another mile
another vintage curve
with sepia smiles
and eye hooded determination
splinters of glint like fools gold

the loves and muses have come
and must go
the multitude like wings of wax
daring those to taunt the
god of sun
the cupped hands
of the deep sea
to receive thee

my posessions so few
and meager of me

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