Thursday, December 18, 2014

Seventy-Two Moments

Forgive me those moments claimed
Calm from your heart those
Seventy-two moments
Claimed viscount whisky
Portable moments hard water
Teaspoon dread and fear
Everything’s going to be all
Right blessed undressed and
Ready to go those oppressed
And afflicted daydreams all
To fall towards failure dread
And blame forgive me for advancing
Never looking back identity
Is memory we claim a dance of
A kind we disdain to decide
Me I’m sorry contrary to purity
Is a negative debate thought
Reduced entirely without
Spirit despair words from the
Other side come forth to soothe
You fair tears from your cheek
Wipe away all those moments
Welter words we could not

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