Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

To Drink In All That Be Gladdest, Met. - Poem by Michael Gale

Glistening glade and blades of grasses...
Drinking in all that matters.

All that matters naught...
Dew drops nothings-not.

Hail to gladdening s songs of heart...
Into the wind songs maddest foils.

Hypnotizing gaps of breadth...
Initialized and realized at
least and indebtedness.

Indebtedness nests entwined...
Absently minimalism memorialized.

At last in Hath? ...
Begin the newest nation's mast.

Built newly upon tallest shoulders
and mountaineering's mass...
Alas and alas in this eon's past.

No more meanderings and philandering pans...
Like a well adjusted bridge between all spans.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012



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