Would You Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

chastise the pleochroism of these crystalline forms?

....have those neighbors who've sworn there is to be no truce.....ever,
extend their freckled hands to one another,
albeit over the colorless, sliver-sprouting pickets?

....condemn the striations of cornel for their obdurate and subtle brilliance?

these things, these beings
shall be themselves...
are just that....
self-determined,
be it by nature
or by influences, deeply imbedded,
born of sources that are
both glaringly alive and long-forgotten....worn as seething badges...
some named...
some seeking no names, wishing no terms of definition....

there is the game...the pieces fit....
you have your keys and your berimbau.....
I have my terraces and my wild harp....
there is harmony in all of this....