do you have mental jewelry, or anything of the sort ?
any spangles to mesmerize the solitude of crowds ?
do you spearfish in sand dunes ?
heavy crowns float in amber, where you breathe dense thought
you are slender as the nail in your palm
anointed to poach the seldom heard
beneath the random you are certain
spinning in illusion
open to the rogue star
lunging for the steeple of lost charms
a miracle, you knew said nothing
but you heard it