Lulls and Runs
Fantasy reasons but their yours
War horses have their own cures
Dry and gripping wild and wet
Is yesterday down on paper yet?
Contingents continue to choke the gun
All the while something's dripping on the sun
Breathe in the view and momentum of fate
Grown more skeptical as of late
Language with its native patterns
Search the skies for other Saturns
Rhythm melody intensity play
Tune in the chatter of the Milky Way
Standing far back from the starting line
Plato's piano plays so fine
Stubborn ambition flaunts duality
In lulls and runs of reality
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2 comments:
i like the third stanza
yes thank you ...inspired by "V"
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