Waffling

When railing aggressive
at impulses suggestive
my wisdom begs for flashes
uplifting in scope and mind
to sift lost jewels yet refined
from the smoldering ashes.

Panicky blasts of heat peel
to grind the flesh on the wheel
in re-entry reactions
copious against the clash
to foment a skyward rash
of chalky lung infractions

graying the billowing sails
once plentiful before trails
scarred the structure until pocked
by the products resplendent
that make life so dependent
on the lies these fools concoct.

mysterypassionrhyme

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