The poet’s page demands results
words submitted in due course
on a theme that resounds
with their souls and their hearts

into this space I grasp at dust
sift through the dunes of my mind
seeking more than I will find
epiphanies escape searching rhymes

poignant lines sublimely stacked
in groups of four more or less
upon each other in pursuit
looping round in stanza’s bliss

this construction becomes a fraud
a framework only without resolve
to ordain itself with more
than ******* churned in empty prose

a foundation ordained by God
or stolen by the might foe
sustains the gospel of the muse
stamped with dogma of deepest doubt

wishful plans that fall so short
when no deity will pay heed
to the twaddle of fool’s discourse
drivel stated and not ‘the word’

these proclamations to all who read
worthy of tomorrow’s dreams
will echo loudly to the fates
exclaiming paths of destiny

lastly consider the substitute
forgotten before the day concludes
this is what I’ve put to page
all to the outcome of my dismay.

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