by on October 27, 2023 :: 0 comments

Windsocks of weltschmerz
jolt me out of my gaol,
goad me to their jib.
In the spirit of a wiseacre,
I tell myself: Enough of
warmed-over trajectories.
Somehow this gem coruscates
in skeif of autogenic calls.

Sunshine has only one shade.

editors note:

Our self-struck sparks force a downward arc. Enough, indeed! – mh clay

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