On Stun
We can make that
Sandstone sparkle...
We can spur that
Grit to shine...
Tho it won't make
Any difference
If by your guidance,
Or mine...
I can merge,
And thaw,
And vanish...
...You can steal off
With a kiss...
In my tarnished
Self securing...
Tho descended...
...I exist.
Yawning, and
Agape to crisis!...
...The magpie on
A pole collects
Anything that's been
Signed over...
...Seizes with her
Keen reflex...
We can make that
Sandstone sparkle...
We can spur that
Grit to shine...
Tho it won't make
Any difference
If by your guidance,
Or mine...
We can crack the
Conversation...
...Pluck the jewels
Out of her hand!...
Waking now,
Distressed, and fragile...
...Rising up from
The beach sand...
Kicking what's become
Commitment...
...This contract now
Lives and breathes!...
We can make that
Sandstone sparkle...
...Or go damned to
Obscurities
That always tend to
Aggrandize...
...Mushroom up
From hemmed in
Corners...
...Assail my clock,
Batting your
Eyes...
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2017
Bunny Villaire