Thursday, April 04, 2013



Formless and yielding, you come to be
A pleasantry returned in kind
Grazing touch of this wandering mind
Will find you settling next to me

You talk of things that skirt the norm
With eyes that never break the spell
Illusions with no bluffer’s tell
Selling no lies, you cast no form

Engaging that which you engender
Would make mighty Orion blush
Rushing upon the sudden hush
I blather like a wry pretender

No longer tidal-locked by friction
The form you take is migrant flight
Exploring on this modest night
The discourse of more daring diction

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