I Lost My Compass To Bear Through The Straights

Posted: June 29, 2013 in Poetry
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Loose,

are the ends,
of the ties,
that we found.

 

Truth,

becomes scarce,
the further,
we abscond.

 

Sail,

with no wind,
can’t begin,
without fare.

 

Drift,

& just past,
the dead last,
in nowhere.

 

Smile,

stale crying,
just passing,
empty times.

 

Die,

for more life,
as we vie,
with these rhymes.

 

Birds,

when we fly,
staying high,
levitate.

 

Herds,

as we pair,
just to bear,
through the straights.

©2012 zenspeak9 publications un/incorporated

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