Castles

Walking into abysmal asunder questioning relations and practicing breath.

and in questioning, my own,

I realized a holistic old bag

like the rest, being "all natural."

It does not know I know, as all things come in threes,

but it blows on and on and like a sullen old breeze.

Day to day I catch it denying my saying,

but night after night it breaths life into day.

Still (I’ll catch some of it) running through

not very far; the reason is just to see.

And I wonder about the pyramids a bit, too.

Such grand sacred things (offered us by crocodiles

of the now unfathomable, unbearable burning).

Lute, call Egypt warning, “The land of fire! The lands of hope!”

And then ask it of the relative burning depending

On unsacred yearning… Modern warfare by boats

own lands of great moats and motes upon moats disagree with their smoking.

(EVERYBODY SMOKES)

1066 Ad the first invasion was launched,

English invented and a silly old brunch…

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