DesultoryA Poem by PerditionThis may change...though I should doubt it. Oh, and Happy New Year to all in appreciation for always such my inspiration
There commands no sword unspoken
a land less traveled as before demands us though we may bear such scars from God your robe upon the floor abandons Make not the arrow as our reverence demands, when chalice fills us nightly questions come to tongue become quite certain as we sow ourselves through time Should I not seeing your eyes beneath me understand the cause or should these hands as vessels do meet their curiosity as well Let us wake from Rome together both apple as lash stares upon our sill and yet we are still as paint, wet and inclined defined as no tomorrow and how it gathers us in mind by question inch by length through mile to fondle marked as twain in depth of mystery © 2025 PerditionAuthor's NoteReviews
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1 Review Added on January 1, 2025 Last Updated on January 1, 2025 AuthorPerditionVAAboutMountain-bound for now and on towards the New Year. Should I remain beyond the hour then I will try and bring more poetry, more to the barrel of truth, as noble and silent as I can muster. For those t.. more..Writing
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