images of the death of Poseidon
permeate down through the
tar sands of the mind, hoping
to find solutions to the antiquated
thoughts and fixtures that hang
in suspended animation on the
ceramic tile ceiling of the mind's
rapidly deteriorating transit system;
fueled by necessity and creativity
and soaked in the rains of a better
way,
winds of doubt and disbelief float
freely in the tangled words and
threads of an energetic moon light.
26Jun16
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