I.
Lingering thoughts submerged upon this ink spilled
parchment; and still nothing emerged as to what other
ponderings were fondled underneath linings and linage
Turpentine notes cascading beyond tethers—not, before
an emptied porcelain fragrance
II.
Distilled poetics finally knew where to travel however
was the journal scribed, its destination acknowledged
nothing more than whispers inside a wind- a breath
Windows burst opened, wafting heirlooms of betiding;
speculated vision now became blurred yet sight wasn’t
needed to view beyond granulated silks and coursed sands…
“I” was waiting for “it”
III.
Diaries going unearthed, voices speaking although
the paraphrased, transmigrated lines went devoid of
luster…
Thus, confessions were born.
And punctuated progression fell forward in specs of
teary-eyed liquidation, “we”
identified utterances unwritten
beneath time-spun traditions
IV.
Deliverance, that has become the recognized declaration
for this moment
Thereafter this ended, these intravenous veins would
soon be consumed in the company of acceptance- accompanied
by inquisitions throughout sequestered recollections.
Bronze trophy winner
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