Both the scholar and soldier
smolder for something more

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If I dont struggle
then I dont write
its so simple;
to need a fight

a wrinkle in the cool light
a misty mouthful
of autumn rain.

I’ve seen it all
at least most of the words in the suit case
and in turn
a freedom self gained
to enact whichever change;
like things liked to die.


but something I still cant remember
was, if I was estranged
if I was the same
but if that was lame

no house now howls nor hawk cries
nye shriek the syllables
of a growling night

I find as I finally want to send a letter
I discover the daunt- the mail box slaughtered