Taint Blue Flame Poem by Louis Borgo

Shatter of a imagine regrade below an anchor hold crystal that form

valleys no loose cannon.

Many days hours and months search and regrade when it forms of such

antiqued

Of home ring a bell

Slow to ensure ache and dust forgotten days would one want

Memories to wake or enrage

Happiness place among depth like sea with no capital does it over

shadow

Or fall to up rise

Who or what thought place of rage or is a rage a hungry many men

Capture only what they notice

As to say age not that of maturity has it ways to show grace

What else best ways can a youth of age

Say the merely of days long a heart beats like soup that brawl

But holds to the drip of thirsty

All things in live has a way for judges is judges of

Judgement of judgement to the judge over and over

Weak taste or temp to avoid notice and

Captive sure to

Judgment