fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

waves

Kindness of faithIs a faithless remindOf a measure of momentsIn the measuring ofMind.

triedout

Tactically correctTacitly blindTerribly giftedIs a mind’s Tempered sign.

Sometimes

One hundred tenVoices of menSpeak with pure passionIn old ancient fashionOf an echoOf a hopeHeard again.

circles

A friendof my makeris the maker of my end. A never endingmomentwhere the endbecomes your friend.

pomp

Satisfaction constantSatiation rareSatironic factionsIn a ceremonious affair.

unformed

Transformation angelsRepeatedly reformedCalls microinterventionUnubiquitously forlorne.

can it

I can guaranteeA soulless searchIn my searching soul. I cannot breakMy softening heartFrom a heartless toll. I can’t not healMy breaking angerFrom its broken whole.

dot dash dot

Lines of my historyScratched deep in my faceReflects the pain of remembranceAnd the stain, of God’s grace. Lines of your historyEtched deep from withinDetects the presence of pretenseIn God’s pressure, to win. Lines of our historyAn arched angel withinDenies the posture of pressureIn God’s sojourn, of sin.

smoke

a depening firea santa ana flamea delicate reactionto wild and darkening shame.

unforgive

Consummate lessonsOf painful detailBegs for forgivenessIn the world of betrayal. Countenance leaningsOf darkening talesMakes wishing for forgivenessA hollow right, of the frail.

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