Moment Chance

Recumbent
Redundant
Astrographical
Abundant

Eye is winning
Secret’s spinning
Branching olives
Staunch and stolid

Pistons firing
Valves perspiring
Up and down
Smile or frown

Fleeting forward
Flimsy torpor
Determined aura
Distressed remora

The Way unclear
To bend God’s ear
Fogged in with fear
Revelation near

Pushing onward
Through the gas
Heavy boots
In milky glass

No hand will take me
No dream will wake me
The clock forsakes me
Yet nothing breaks me

Still
A moment’s unexpected tear
Reminds me spirits call
And I can hear
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​4/6/21