What is there today?
ten thousand more things
not to say.
Forget the parts that
go unsung
and keep the Daemon at bay.
Disregard the hoary
truth’s divine.
This thing in we
is rung
so tight, pressed against
all the snaking days.
To Hell we pay
and win the right to come-
undone.
Veracity is in the greys,
I can’t do it any other way
JA/2013
I like your poetry.
Thank You Sandee. Thank you very much.