For Touch Break

For Touch Break

A Poem by Onoma

As finger pitched the shuteye shadow hard...
to off-key piano...no guts can run the prerequisite 
of heretofore.
Laymen's term made G*d the Most promised
casing slung upon canker.
There's no torture device you or I could manifest
that could stretch us apart to bridge the gap.
Our moral fiber swirls, comes to wood--
laps an inordinate amount of rain...lives the sap
for touch break.
Captured mending-s keep us intact for our
next birthday huddle.


Konstantinos Mark

© 2013 Onoma


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Added on November 4, 2011
Last Updated on November 29, 2013