to emerge no worse for wear
yet neither stronger so
by time and will and strength
made weary and brought low
six years of venom state
and still so far behind
bricklaid ghost town home
of the last shreds of my mind
I was ready to be done!
melancholy
shattersoul
nod & follow fiend
hands of clay
illuminator
speaker of the dream
stumble on
the syllable
work the letters through
muddy
mouth of nations
speak as people do
welcome
intonation
excusatory tone
apologetic master
the self-encasing stone
a ruse befuddles forewarned folk
of that which would be
done
that knowing much
is little help
and knowing little's none
a fuse befouls
any plan unmade
and foils schemes too sane
(that wet won't spark
is obvious
to those who know the rain)
call out the fortune told
this darkness blinds again
but these legs would never tread
where others could have been
it follows such that chaos flows
along my sallow cheeks
what could be said of strength and will,
of greatness,
in ten weeks?
2021
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