driftless
did beckon a shadowy shard
to shed heaven’s trepid desire
wisteria wrapped every route
to the west
with fretful entwine
of an erstwhile illusion
sirens of sonorous song slithered slowly
the echoes of strident footfalls stammered forth
polaris consumed the sky’s ley-crossed companion
as arbor lay neath borealis imbue
in that dire finite instance
of fate’s foregone paradox
pride would presume its empirical reign
abashed hearts feigned
an inglorious preclude
and all that was sane
did surrender its muse
Max, or Not 
Your poems heading made me attracted to it. And the body it self is lovely
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thank you for the reblog. it’s very kind of you
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Amazing piece of writing. Love the piece. Bravo
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thank you so much for your kind words.
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