The Sharp Unclear

Like fierce February winds
lash forth the weathers of the multitude media,
over pews and dwindling newsprints;
terrible tales
- sometimes cold and mocking
but no longer shocking -
of males locking configuration
on reverent mats
to rediscover the power of impotent virtue
forgotten five times daily.

To those softened by the mongered fears
the climate is sickly,
with ghosts in the Christian hollow
walking quickly,
nibbling on the burgeoning dawn
and randomly spitting dirges into the slumber of chrysalids;
joint whispers of a melancholy morrow and
THE SORROWFUL END
adding to the sharp unclear
and coming near.



Copyrioted@April.13.2018
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