in timeless treasure
meter measures
as sins collide
and world spins
backwards
on an axis bound
in finger strings
and tape of mask
to qualify true qualm
as pleasure paid
in purchased sound
of glory road
in brick to lay
staggered in formation
upon a play
of word as sky
turns ground in bluer hue
of merely chance
or circumstance
repelled in dust
as fly to swat
in angered reed
of greed
left misunderstand
in hand that holds
the cherished grip
in faith to face
oncoming night
as brightest day
where moon is sun
to spin loving lives
around the turning
of darker day
Honorable mention
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