The Turnover

This cross mark of identity, staid lore the last encounter, recognizing's score memorable, the lost, the size of war turnover my resolve, feeling's what for! My holding on to being, rich or poor the nights, the restless feeling, the encore refuse the past, reopen some lost door or verify concealing love's implore! Turnover ~ nay, the spite of evermore that ragged intercession, mentions for, conventions sought revealing to restore some archive, that congealing grave's deplore! Now, life ~ a placid sealing, safety's shore that as my hope, a timely art's concur resumption of truth's will, convincing's hoard does scatter with the wind, creating slur! It is the youth's assumption, that false spore that all is for their gumption, other's bore and from the fallen gentry, not take oar but gear for their resumption, more the more! Turnover my fond reason to explore this governmental treason, worth's revere and that which represents me underscore, lift higher, to the ceiling, vantage pour ~ and empty the deceiving . . . to the floor!