poetry corner 036 – Weak string.

I can’t be in two places
Without tendency to break apart.
Stop.

First we give time reverence, then sow the forgotten.
The namely forgot.
Plot.

Weak in the knees, never.
Principality; shot.
Turn.

Ornately weak structure.
Evidence of rot.
River.

Even the blind put the deathly in the shiver.

I await you
At the unwritten bridge.
Tot.


Three’s a crowd…
Ask the Fates.
Dest, Djasauf Eup Tufuja.

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