Syncopation

here to stay

hell to pay

wish me away

bright vaults

mute birds

flutter aimless

against Miami’s fire

— RINGS DAWN —

“Hello?”

souls to sell

seasons fell

beside a shell

“Can’t be filled?

Until the first?”

or but time’s spite

spit into the sea

among the anenomes’

balleting fingers fine

finality sting

“I’m helpless. Not

in a position

to influence……but—”

— REGARDS FROM ABROAD —

— THE CHAPEL STANDS —

— THE POPE LIVES ON —

“Your loss?”

always won

another rung

replay the fun

of two before one

against Miami’s fire

“I’m sorry.

I just can’t help you.”

 

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