Sentry - Poem by John Murrry
A sentry held & gazed to fight
alone I stood and welded firm.
Circled minds advantage picked
sort where to paste my pressure, turn
If strike or touch or talk or take?
will thoughts meander - babble - twist?
Or 'bout loves weight deluged in truth
- cut bones - remove a sinner - kissed
Sentry confirm - how learn you lay
push back against to castle tear
Accept your banish - mine to hold
a conqueror - of mine own fear.
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