Cautious interruption

The freedom we had
of memories of kind
Left breathless and awestruck
of wonders we find

A penchant for destruction
and a persistence for peace
all while interruption
seeks constant release

Playing with the fire
with water so near
Holding close the desire
and friends and your fear

Glorious in nothing
and deliverance from hope
In darkness there is something
eyesight makes grope

So onward t’wards Winter
in masses and droves
we’re cautious yet enter
the season of cloves

Mark out your time
step out of beat
Sit at the shrine
no shoes on your feet

Truth awaits many
and truth evades none
But settle for any
and then be undone.

© The Drummer Poet


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