Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Sunday, December 3, 2023

"Quandary"

 Quandary

I've been trying to figure the breaking of cage

Leave it in rout, all the past off the stage (D.E.)

Leave all the stasis in energy burned

Enflamed like a match from the loving as learned

There's only one way that I see through the noise

To binding of joy with all patience and poise

As loving emerges on world-facing stage

The end to the dismally blinding world's rage

Is if I can see it in your eyes


Just so

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