Disinterested
Lost upon the leash
Of relative moons eye
Watching through telescopic
Troughs of dirt
Open mouthed it crosses
The pathways of oblivion
Not loving grace
Upon which we have died
Kick out the words
Being the roused child
But never the adult
To whom the pain envelops
But time doses the realm
Of disinterest
Where it can be found
Losing the battle of faith
But hope strings along
In a song for the ages
Posting another glimpse
Into pathways gone before
Truth is, never listened
To the train whistle
While sitting on the tracks
The sharks will attack
If allowed to skim
The worst of the scud
The moon, the rain
Each position themselves
To find a place amongst
The greats, but flatter
Where calm wind evokes
The hearts beating place
Opening the furnace
Of the harmonious catch
Does it work correctly
While slipping downwards
The realm escapes my mind
Russell Sivey
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