Openly Gratuitous

Learning is open to the known spirit Living loudly towards the strong delight Fine is the powder of the rubbing for steak Coarse is the word for the injury therein Nostradamus never predicted my escape Reality struts in without a sound And I comply, horses clipping of their clogs Strut stout and remembering nothing My ideas ring about endlessly between The realm of the dream and the living Standard for igniting a coal stove But irrelevant to bee stings in autumn Hopelessly romantic, bends on one knee Purposefully pronouncing dedication Of needing another’s long lived troubles Past to future, bringing the brink of beliefs Nowhere to hide but behind the face Of your eyes through the mirror On the other side of the silver backing Russell Sivey