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like wooden spoons
no more
the value of his expression
trembles rare
sub worlds cast their shadows
along, about and through
the alleys of such a darkened now
armies on foreign soils demand war
while to the page
in tender precision
he lays his poetic soul nude
wolves of the shallow
lay hungry siege to the flesh
thrashing and shredding
the beauty of within
to whom can he cast his
spiritual tokens
if not she, standing by
the purified well of her own
innocent tears and memory
I cast my eyes down
sadly humbled by
the images he clings to
in such cobwebbed sanity
as my envy begins
to write within a new journal
under the title of
what else but
'Oh How I wish'..............
(March 24,2015 1029pm)