Now The Answers Will Come
they condemn old oaks in sections and let them fall.
the asphalt snake spews its venom on the winding trail.
the lake glimmers yellow diamonds and fawns the sun
critters conspire stay aloof from them inflict their fear
the clowns on wheels their soft back turtle heads
plugged ears and asses tightly stitched won’t find their seats.
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blackness tumbles o’er horizon’s edge
fertile there where dawn lays low
breeze whispers spark her embers
blooms afire when stars retire
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would I have said them yesteryear
as my mind inclined me tell
for fair heart struck me then
but then a starlit child at this
let fear’s rush stay me
from the who I think I Am
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Enveloped
slithers by Indigo moon
wrenching, afflicts
ravages deaf silence
busts the rivets of my abyss,
explodes my desperate peace.
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