My Nonsense Sage

Mind what you think here on the brink, Yes foolish sage utters strange rhymes; Note how thought links health in the pink, Opt turn of page through hollow times; Now in a cloud where feelings surge, Streams of mad stuff can bolster ease; Etch empty loud in primal purge, Nice ***** enough strings inner peace; Such cryptic churns of writes that tell, Entrench the gist of rancid nerves. Stretch marks return where dimples dwell, Apply odd list of checks that serve; Glimpses of grace bestow deep hold, Embrace harsh trace in tempest cold. Leon Enriquez 28 March 2018 Singapore