When Words Collide
Our writers dream of universal feeling,
conjure similes, where this is like that,
gaze out through eyes looking inwards
on picket fenced mind. Can't even see,
each deliberate treacle stroke of key,
pushes further off, past bulrush, past lily,
stream away downriver and out to sea.
Our readers live tuned out
unaffected,
bid diversity, where this
is not like that,
acquire inward eyes
looking outwards
upon disfigured speech.
Gaining sense,
spot the power and value
of the fence,
knowing importance of
prosaic defence,
may gather ye rosebuds to
pay the rent.
There is as much in right
as being wrong,
hymns crooned from
distinct song sheets,
as when worlds collide in
sundry orbits,
the house always wins. Hushed
groans,
thunders time’s machine, eternal
roams
all tides in, tides out,
draw jointly alone,
heed ticking clock by grey
mossy stone.
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