Farther Than Near

Crossing over

 to what most would call good

 

My feelings inline

 my words understood

 

No chair or wip

 do the verses require

 

All teeth now removed

 in fear of your ire

 

Crossing over

 to what some would proclaim

 

The lines neatly ordered

 with nothing profane

 

Those tight little smiles

 they clap and they cheer

 

Words lost of all meaning

  —truth farther than near

 

(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)

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