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Words now align fond peace of mind
Blind is the man who fails to see


Work speeding craze as mad thoughts greet
Quit if you must the way of loss


Feel that strange chill upon the path
Gain not in vain the stuff of rust


Round and round here the fragile plot
Play ends comic as tragic toss


Gaze upon grounds of mystic spheres
Unzip the fest of sad sure signs


Move here and there yet lost somewhere
The mood is bleak for peak you seek


Listen and heed the rows of weed
Pet in plain sight the waves of nerves


And as you end the climax here
Bizarre seems clear for fear now dies


Free verse in sync with sounds within
Yet there is sense in tense unclear




Leon Enriquez
24 May 2017
Singapore

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