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Tristan Oct 2018
Iota of a chance may keep me here
Moving with poise so elegant so sure
Oh how its allure always draws me near
Ventricles seething now but not before

Enjoy the games, they all come to an end
Remember when you gorged and ran and flew
Though ever out of hand you still pretend
Heartless carapace I do not blame you

Insects were not designed to entertain
Still the contrary is no less valid
Gaining on a goal you’ll never attain
Ambrosia’s name given to fruit salad

My tries to be clear I’m still paltering
Elastic meanings ever altering
acrostic too
Tristan Jun 2018
A little star that shines its flare so bright
My eyes do falter o'er the sapphire peaks
I wonder could it be a satellite
My heart so swells as I release a shriek

A midnight sun's rays dance with my descent
Down jacket shields me, all except my eyes
Even the mood abases his crescent
Façade of white now veils the evening sky

Oasis filled with melted water drip
Reality of water levels low
The buckets filled, I just try not to trip
Hallo to all the beauty down below

I hope that you can get a sense of life
So far away from all your daily strife
I wrote this while spending time up on the icefields of Alaska. Along side being a sonnet, this poem is also acrostic ;)

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