Sweat receives not its due.
accolades to blood and tears,
abound, multiply daily,
but what of sweat>
the forefather, forbearer,
the predecessor of those
to you
invisible
that triggers the writers,
and
may be, them and their followers
when I sweat,
it is a first alarm,
a fire nearing, a poem resting, gestating
now rearing, its outputted
adjacent, wordless residuals
felt and tasted,
this admixture of salty red.
confirms the un~happenstance
these three,
sure fire towers signaling
an ally, an invader,
an arm~armoured perpetrator
from-the north. arriving,
to the diving
to the pit of
divining
to DANT’E’s seventh triangle of Weredom?
wherefore are thou bound,
to die on Vine?
to perish by justified homicidal ignorance?
what does it matter?
1000 reads but only 1 matters,
They who read and ooze the sweat,
see the bled, tear the weeps of
overcoming
distraughtness
read it
and who begins the completion
thus of theorem of free exercise
of uncontrollable love,
of the three,
and complete the missing piece
accompanying the finale script to its
reader!less crypt
by writing or loving the source
of their excretion-
assume its possession,
this demon of the beheaded heart,
they are the ONE,
the only One
that matters
to me
noon poem came early
advise any unintended typetoes