Music to the ear
Harp String strikes a chord
in the Heavens with earth bound resonance,
refreshed at last with drops of water
from a well that keeps giving.
Pausing in increments of never,
yet well rested. -----Shotgun blast of a Pen to Stir Literati and leave a Vapor trail like chain mail sent to an editor to be rendered comprehensible a midst debris which leaves the leaf of a tree the only thing left to keep competiition breathing in seasons where Legends will fall like Dionysus needing vat baptismals readymade intertwined with the Vine Looseleafed binded
Manifest destined past present future syallable correllations
as ancients Babeled to Tower Language with the impetuosity of a Plunderers
Sword. Written Verse to bless and curse like chronos to sire Chiron
Saga Arrows narrowly Missing Editorial dime store novels. Like Cowboys and Indians or Reverends
to Preachers On sunny Day Hiatus Lake Seasons.