Poise
A fleeting word
Not much is heard
Surge upon urge
Odd sounds emerge
A hasty tell
In a brief spell
Here without grounds
Such forlorn sounds
Such slanted choice
In blurry voice
A sticky task
If you must ask
Yet here we are
Dust from dead stars
Blown glitter spice
Like profound vice
Strange twist and turn
Ere yet ends burn
A broken code
In empty mode
End and start here
Begin end tears
Leon Enriquez
10 August 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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