An Ambiguous Personal Truth, Part I

Now it is here,

heard by its

courting and strings.

Rocking back and forth

with this thing

and requiem.

A new and eternal one,

erie, and only as soft

as the sick mind dreamed,

and wanted.

The gears and strings

pump this climax

and salty tune.

Yet it ends

so easy.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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