Gord

2017-09-15 08:35 am

Piles until the top,
Flies at the skirt,
Pillars of salt,
 of the Earth,
Turtles until bottom,
Fire wherever we are,
Hide whenever lightning strikes,
Deserts eventully finds someone,
Living flame among life is hard.
There is no benchmark for him,
Spent onward is his life quiet,
A ball aptly palmed by oneself, 
Never failures, tailored farewells,
Jokes of the eyelids,
Mind less apt for aperture,
So he mocks and chides,
Fixated on the comical.

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Mary Steffen