Friday, 25 January 2019

The Wayfarer



While waiting for a train of thought
Checking out my action stations
Embroidering those doubtful links
Improving fragile innovations

Tailor making second thoughts
By rearranging what occurs 
In the light emerging from the night
Extracting essence out of blurs 

Maybe somewhere in the thick of it
I’ll pan a trace of golden seams
A striking balance of refined asides
Each made to measure loop convenes

So right away I aim to write away
Let flow my all and sundry bursts
A game of jigsaw words that fit
Recycled shapes in forms reversed

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