the lit would have known
this is not my weakness to exploit
a game played by two players thrown
deep the water that flows quietly yet runs adroit

talk the talk  and eye the moves
order in chaos is disorder for the fool
why pay drummer to heat a beat for waves
a living heart knows the rhythm of a heart that's cool

looking for meanings to demean
searching for the soft point to drive the blade
adorning  Ganesha with a back face twirling on the scene
with the words of troopers and antics of hims is one to fade

Sang celestial odes in first light
in inner traverse in disappointed revelations
palace within was clay, sand. wild floras hinged in spite
from day two before time fades to grey I saw this is none for nuns

to see this as weakness to exploit
another fallacy of the knowing unknowns
an end game grabbing at a beginning without droit
as is the mad waiter who keeps pouring a full chalice totally out of zone......