A Set Gear

The comprehension of no dues,
the accountable settle truth,
a minute seconds tick,
silence looks,
the audience of verbal news,
the watch becomes the illness late.

Treachery afoot returned the rate,
all in quiet,
not a tranquil state,
the fastest spin,
spirals lend,
the lie presents what's done is did.

The mettle of the life that could,
drained the Will,
it's now just should.

The closure of my eyelids show,
death is year and day is clear,
to the many or few in do.

Enjoy the fact that quit is tact,
record Albums wheeled Notes,
finds that music is a choke.

The hymn collected in poetic low,
rises me to be a joke,
invitations welcomed Times.

Universal lore in climbed,
skates the Plates,
numbers roll,
it's the type in total Toll.

Good in bye,
a wave in meld,
the do is why I leave in Hell.

Posted 5 hours ago by Karen A. Placek