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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