Upon faith’s pulpit,
Hope sweetens hearts__
Yet pain winds up in flesh;
Vow as lies vow
Adduced fresh about windfalls
Adorned then addicted
To be adored with piety__
With the going by times,
Spills far to hearts snoozed;
Sedative as hypnosis
Tethered on fangs invisible
Dipped in shadows
Of the adventists wistful
For the withering Rose-Aries.
(Feb 2005)
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pain winds up in flesh, great line...................................