Vagary Poem by Tiffanie Lein

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each whim itself a stunning end
a burst of passion inside it dives
downward all slide of energy it lends
but with such force it simply rives

fragments bleeding pool of blood
a whirlwind lost in emulsion spun
half a drought and half a flood
half lost, half overwhelms the bund

opaque red drowns the settlement
no hint of loss, no prize to win
but crimson lines the embarkment
flaked on the bed of rust therein

of lines forgot and ebbing fiction
no trace but that a seeping lesion