Glistening Words
Listening to glistening words
Birds circle endlessly, mindlessly
Finding time, rhyme and primal thoughts
Begotten of stress-this mess is blessed
With the higher pyre
Nonsense is at best a defense
Minded, blended and blinded
By single-minded purpose, designed to
Usurp us and refined in kind
In a scheme yet dreamed
To enter December in its icy splendor
Pagan rite! Delight in the sight
The brighter eyefest tested and
Carried back, hairy, black in fact
And too inquisitively dismal
Listening to glistening words
A coy ally to toy with in time
The signs still sublime
Yet clear with fear…so near
From our hearts it parts
Nonsense makes pensive expanses
When chance leaves the dance, heaves
And pushes forth…towards the door
Barred by a tardy heart, alerted, harmed
In its charmed alarm
To enter December, white and tender
Remembering the clever lover of forever
Pulled and pulled, fooled by cruel words
Heard, hard discarded, broken-hearted
Never started and hence departed

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