In quiet watch
o’er patch of snow
this cement saint
Adds M to POE.
As seasons pass
all treasures stay
within his hands
that teach to pray
in strength of wait
and weight of strength
decision spans
improper length.
Stand up to go
you…double you.
Fear not what’s free
at end of queue.
A part of all
E disappear.
I on the prize
Oh yes, first gear!
You are that h,
A piece of heart.
E leads the a
In righteous start.
Om my darling
U yo U you.
Y forks that road.
A spoon? Adieu.
Easy the ride
iPedal bike.
O wand’ring love…
U of the Psych.
Core relations
at occasions
cause vibrations,
build equations.
Our lips that speak
of hearing ears
ignite hot sparks—
fire loves, drench fears.
Forgive us, God
our ugh, our laud
at life we prod
in numbers odd.
Of what then is
your family?
Cold universe?
Or full-grown tree?
WHY? What about all the letter o appearances in this poem? Think of them as concentric circles, misplaced. They are not really circles–they are Möbius bands. They are cycling energy into this poem that expands with each new reader. Enjoy!
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