I Prefer Not To.
stifled
by the sound
of words
preserved
perched
in a madman’s
hallucination
of halcyon days
ere hope
had wintered
this vale
velleity
vanquished
its ceremony
in sermon
rescinded
from restive
err
[photo: Art Redwing & Alberta Kelm]
a polar
divide
e’er pervades
this wavering visage
of sinuous veil
the restive wrath
of breathlessness
whispering
frailty
the freeing influx
of fire’s adorning
roaring
with impassioned plea
and sordid rationale
a brashness
pent
with lunar ashes
but sooner
harken voices
with wretched dissonance
squandering
madness
freefalling
in monochromatic
disparity
distant reflections
sentenced
to toil the time
where heart’s
divergent dwell
the wells of hybris
beget weeping stone
by the lurching
of earth’s tormented
breeze
release me
to discordance
Max, or Not 