Steep Slopes Poem by John Sensele

Mounds of ground without bounds pound peace spaces
Behind my mind where I explore my last frontiers
To salvage pages of peace ploughing laughter paces
Left to their own devices in top notch tiers on pacific piers.

Mounds of ground without bounds astound wedges
Behind my mind where I take my final stand
To salvage remnants of the life I lived my pages
Allocated in my pacific locations on my ancestral land.

Mounds of ground without bounds hound dismissals
Behind my mind where I wake up to face accusations
Laid at my doorstep when in a twist of fate I discard missals
Read with bleary eyes despite my innocence protestations.

Mounds of ground without bounds surround my zone
Of proximal development where my Mathematics envelope
Deploys a new strategy in which I alone
Can surge my understanding forward and climb the steep slope.