Betrayal
Shifters paradigm above
The crumbling tracks
trained to confused circular lines
Moving parcels for their schedule
Out the jagged window
leaves that never settle
incessant passions, become
concerns without a welcome plot
And if we glimpse the healing blue
Stretched beyond our view
We feel its spring tides eddied,
eroding bonds.
We know without hearing
the familiar call of love
find ourselves cursing peculiar times
when solitary voice is the only lasting sound
No path home,
No amending grace to define hope
The positive moment,
imagining where to apply a fix,
realized into the nature of the charter
asks we sit and watch the harm.















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