QED

poesy

Fort Poetry

 I  take the dictionary into my hands

and tear out the words that provide 

 mere sustenance::::

I step

and adjust the flow

                        of my meanderings

thru the streets

 and carry the burden of my

troubles in tow.

we are greater than words

that vanquish

 idle looks and prophesies,

for life stops according to the hour-glass

of the supreme author;

and that is you with conditions

unknown,

but real////

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