Karmic Barbs

The interest in me stirs,

a query or a turn,

too feel only burn,

lives that chime,

the hymn of what to learn.

As 'we' gallop,

thrown,

this Life is strangely Dime,

that when we were,

we'd be after,

a future history lived.

This long and distant stance,

memories enchant,

service long.

As if once bourne,

within a storm,

disaster delivered capture!!

The 'State of Man' in Kind,

seemingly so strong,

the touch of fact,

does exact,

the guide delivers ruse.

The buck of tide is hymn,

the valance is the verse,

the 'Blind' so kept,

to 'Stay' a longer Course; Endorsed!!

In with just a Stint,

this earth seems the place,

to look back and forward tracks,

the 'Trains' are for 'The Rack'

As Men Arrive too pack,

the load informs the claimed,

a rogue will try,

alleviate ties,

to Run the Wilds of Sye.