Some thought a funny thing
Deception flung her railing accusation
If I banished my lust filled looking
What would I do with this newfound implementation?
Undeterred by incessant catcalls
Hurled blindly from collage of obscured skyscrapers
I kept marching 'round the city walls
That castle in the sky clear through circular plankton vapors
Journey of a thousand tiraded words
languished in fractured first step
Curled parchment flattened still
between the lines expedition
Time picked up in break neck pace
from place initially crept
Struggling with pessimism's cap
so sincere would appear flow of well wishin'
Chalking outline murder scene of old nature
Still hung in a cloud unsolved despite investigation
Skeletal structure sure but would integrity
of blood endure?
Pressing on in this dress rehearsal
knowing at curtain call reveals immortal
and incorruptible integration.
1-11-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson
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