time and circumstance
holding force
on our union’s resting
turning harmony dissonant
when i listen
to the tones
of shrill cries
from passing stars
my efforts
to gain passage
are denied
left scarred
from having so misjudged
the heights
obscured by heaven
despite this heart’s bursting
still
i have felt
the shards of piercing
work their way into my song
words imbued
to shape the softened strings
that set this sallow soul
to brood
the day shall come
in the offset glow
of winter’s nuance
swept into
the undertow’s sway
where we will walk
tethered
in the hour
of silent prose
Max, or Not 