Truth be told, or is it so,
Is strength bronze or tin?
Forever mystery lies so,
In this transcended kin.
Beneath the rust, a fragile heart,
Iron weeps, its strength apart.
A veil of secrets, shadows loom,
Where truth’s enigma finds its tomb.
In fragile echoes, whispers call,
Uncertainty befalls, thoughts of chanciness.
As ready minds begin to fall,
A second thought of unsureness.
Though some say it's peaceful,
A chilling draft, shadows impenetrable.
The touch, cold & luridful,
As if metal guards what’s unfalsifiable.
A muffled sound, a mournful hum,
As secrets whisper, what is keen.
For a darkened blanket casted,
Obscuring truth, a world unseen.
The taste bitter, how obscene,
Obscene in taste, even in earful mean.
I was nothing without her,
now I cannot find myself,
it's taken years to be this invisible,
but no sorrow,
just love
and the chanciness
of printed words
on white melting snow.
erratic affairs muddle mindsets
confront life with unlike aspects
can’t let the wiseacre tell a lie
I cried the day the music died
fractals repeat their eternal patterns
like fairy tales forever and after
chanciness of life unravels
alter egos by-gone in travels
early on pace your time deftly
and scrawl your own bio wisely
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