/Soul enema/ PS: no barium

rhyme is perfection

verse be peace

whether by tortuous contortions

Or meandering trickles

let it rip

thought is as ether

diffusing within crags and craters

words are but embers

Fanned into fires

whether by volcanic rush

or by tidal flow

tonal eruption

Nuanced blow

by will or by wish

let it rip

and purge the soul.