my friend, my friend 

Wide as the fuckin’ horizon,
Monster-style,

it jaundiced down.

A Holy Ghost.

A Holy Grail.

A Holy, Holy,

My, oh, mail,

What portent

doth this bringeth.

A rich rose, timber finish.

We dwindle

& we winneth/won,

A deed well done.

A word 

forgotten.

Lost in amazement.

The get and begot-ment.

I wonder

when the light will bend,

the sound will break,

the Earth 

shall end. 

-clw  

10-2-11
copyright: C. Ward 2011

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