Wrappers at mourning untesticly well
Drifting on lawnward toward some ocean bell
Matters of distancing baffling knees
Upping resistance of shattering trees
Over horizon some deafening splat
Looking glass mirror discovered a bat
Flying above us in litters of sound
Littering silence no uncommon ground
Perturbing coffees when perks drifted in
Some cry awake in the slip of the gin
Comfort surrounding the dangers at bay
Always the anger inviting the way
Wandering conflict you choosing the cues
Some black or white are just meant to confuse
Shades of inversement in rhyming this crime
Sense in reversement no rhyme of a lime.
Denis Streeter 9/4/11
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