Written by: Paula Larson

Impressions of the waif, the overload
dissensions allocate ~ insolvent, told
are they that wile and wait
the other's strode!

While time be not incumbent
 ~ is not old,
to front concerns, not slumber
 ~ must unfold!

My life is not assunder
 ~ with grief's hold,
or looks for daily number
 ~ towards greed's gold!

The Now ~ my master's rumble
 ~ speaks, implodes
it's to my feet ~ the jumper
 ~ must explode
God's call remerits wonder
 ~ my unmold!