beers four...

four beers
and into the wind
whispers sang
to peer in my mind

We forbear to write them down
until the mention of them can be accomplished….

do you dare?
dare reap
on the con of sequence
on the art of pretense?

or do you care?
care to speak
on the part of what’s real…
it’s been a steel what fares
the fair have fallen their shield
and by whatever we call a god
I do care of the sequence!

it matters
we are held in the standing…
it’s time
and it’s demanding…
that we hear.

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Moving to the sea...


and when I do
I’ll cast the ashes
to see you too ….
five peers
and into your soul
to see what sphere
appear as we go