Yarn untangles
Words with angles, Bent on twisting. Ball and fisting. Glory, pan seared, Burns the palette. Story, dog eared, Sculptor’s mallet Too heavy to wield. Too far afield. Horizon’s open promise. Heaven’s out of focus. Feelings, token solace With empty, broken purpose. They’re trolling for a sherpa To take them to the peak. Just like wells for wishing, It's echoes that they seek. A Tiskit, a taskit I’m not afraid to ask it. Why this binding? Why this tension? Why this shimmer, Silver screen invention? Unconscious winning. Contentious losing. Affected mercy. Infectious choosing. Submit my offer To yonder lady ether. Like a coin in cozy coffer, It clangs to pretty please her. 12/31/2O
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