Hoping is for many
individuals buried thanks to
falling and its oblivion.
Inevitability is not born
in braggadocio for sentimental
hurting like our thought.
Present mind must silence
an error like a probe in
dryness forgotten too much.
Functions pond these stories,
the teeth above a tune's perspective
that gives a wrench its full.
Vision wanted. Bust a slide,
cut inept thread, speed
hammers about cramped spinning.
Slipper-manage what happens
and turn all paths today - oh,
maker get the meantime.
Memory follows endless stuff
grating a name, believing
activity fits around policy.
Ring, ring - you won't plan,
sing, fault or flame.
Backwards by Dennis Barone | Lemon Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
$20.00Price
