Mist Eclipse Poem by Louis Borgo

If frantic was a paste sound illuminate time and space

no right and no wrong circus the gap surround position is a door a path
or missing objection

if the morning came to soon ladder and glass pass like flags through a tunnel of
more or less ideas to pass the time of laps of days that pass

coming into a position how much to endure of it all to more or less to ask like
to get from point A to point B

As to say to flag down a stranger you would be my last leg metal to peddle is lunch and dinner in doors

Who understand just mystery or what this world has in storage but the question
That hold place what attraction feeling and emotion what is a mom and a dad

And true advice one seek is it luck or is a putt Birdie! ! !