Poets in the name of stature;
A poet that defends without losing face
And gives in without losing grace
Not to be in contempt of wisdom
But to fly underneath it.
My pictures may not hang right
And my images spread like wild flower
Anger abides me at times
Was it built inside my structure
Across an unsteadiness of force?
Inside my own wilderness that
Rides me high and low….?
Tether me strings and let me flow………
My standards of glow can be aggressively hypnotic
So I shift perception when I tire and my will gives in via fatigue
The waves become calmer as they change and
Glint another direction~
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