Survivors

Survivors

Friday, September 8, 2017

Adept


© 2017 Steve King
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I wish that there were fewer words,
or better weight to fill them up,
with sense alive to leap each pause,
and means to separate all ends from cause.

This randomness I’ve long endured,
and though it bears me with an ease,
I cannot help but mourn each blank,
adept, it seems, but never sure.


A new verse for Friday 55,
so graciously hosted by Hedgewitch.