There fears here,
the old is lost in renewing,
where everywhere's waiting in queue
on cue of one's own doing.
Hear what will rear
when alone is one
ere you lend an ear
to off and on.
Past that peer a steer steared
to an island with the sea around won
walking on a pier that miraculously appear
having set out to achieve what was done.
The fisherman threw a spare spear at a fish near
under the moon ironically visible at noon
and peered at what from beyond horizons appear
while listening silently to a loud bassoon.
In fear visible nears, then disappears,
adding two to seven also makes nine divine,
don't heed restless gossip in gossamers & meres
as darkness emphasizes a glimmered shadow shine. |
