Truth Holder Poem by Louis Borgo

If a breath of air was to hard to swallow would one
collapse or stumble onto feet to found resirpiration,

a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hand,
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands,

honest of pure sweat like a tiger with the aim of a raven
how does a vent of a vented prey,

like a predator take form beam in or sworn in
for vertex unknown clarify ferrate,


is it yate of time songs and birds apparition appease,
shack of a hand of a vertex appease learn of sleep,

or false within then why do one hands fold in such ways,
and beads solitude still hope or conscience statue,

a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hand,
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands,

if waiting patiently like walk of solomon death can,
it hold a person awake yease to take part post or yet to take,

flight fluid in sorensen like howls in the night can you hear ancerstry right, howling louder then a grave yard or a missing foe tell me all intuition,

a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands.