Friday, October 23, 2015

The Compass Of Method Wyrds



Laid in steady rows of words a strange form all on jade,
no hop skid Jac's to ball of stance for From expression reason danced,
grateful in the ever Treat a daily Said brought such Piece,
each Riddle poem as Mars did home such Poets Corn to Station key.

Asking knot of Weather life would In an able Mind,
comb the snare to stop the Fair and Put to Place a Square.

With slow at hurt the pain of years Aye challenge truth the blink,
while eyes of card did shuffle hard those Tears brought hand of Reins.

Carriage 'thought' a brief slide sought the Mow dumb for its Debt,
yet on the Show of To Myself a gift that wrapped It prose.

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