of horizon
Subtle majestic mind sets emphasize
Nearly playing pick up sticks
So I cry Joanne...I lament heartfully
You were...I was...not now?
the keys to lay keystones but I absconded.
Pity me!
of the halyards...backfiring canon
to the frisbee of disdain perhaps dumb
witted misgivings.
Salinity to the awe-struck shocks
of sotto voci manifestations!!
by dynamic questionable rags??
Endeavours to the non-plus forbid-
My loss is still to the mill but not pill
or rill but swills the grill of my skill.
muse-perchance the profligate dungeons
of the mystic mind purlieus of the
withdrawn mongrel in the maze.
but the stone will perhaps remain
to be seen...
your spirit hence float to the outward
Realms of the One perhaps to be
purged to the wideness of the cosmos
and greeted my the Infinite...



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