When the mind, body and soul are not aligned...
Out of Line
Peculiar ways this form has sheltered my self
It seems at once zealous and sound
Assured these sails have ushered me
Into a blissful anthology
An intimate register of lore
Each nuance, if breezy or a bit tempestuous
Have forces collecting up contentment
Captured in thin rations of my affections
Can I manage to fathom the full value of such?
Is it truth that my senses are learning?
Still, this semblance has not revealed such cues
That scattered like a preservative held within
So savage, why captain have you
In a carriage of conservation
Rather fostered and furnished a weapon!
Devoid of warning
A new organic inequality was wild
Indulged by mysterious minds
Oh, fitly, how this verse recast
Is a fair chisel to my marrow
Already in this dash I must attend
Before there is a new gale at hand
While in the clearing I seek liberation
While disarmed, a warm melting befalls
Can this sustain me in the pause?
Can this new reliance prevail over
That tiny germ of unease lurking in the shade?
Upon a sequel, this notion of an unquestionable intention
One delicate maneuver fronting an open trial
Can I trust to lean on?