Mirror of the better mind,

Nomadic nonce words noodle around;
Between a rock and a hard place,fetter to find,
Radiating remains of crown of lights, leap homebound.

Glassy-eyed at sea had not winked an eye,
Driving necessity in the sound of blind walk;
In blank expressions all in a heap, flow by;
Consummation creep,creepers on peeling barks of trees ripped, gushed to the ground bulk of hulk.

Roots hung in the wind breathes air,
Leaves on an open glebe,Man of might retraces grains of sparks;Under the spur of this readiness uberty of uttermost;
lay low from the lead on a merry chase,Bit of grain of salt to fine prints the cramps of longings,
Pain a sattire,
Difficulties defining the liberated grace period, like garland hung on glass thread glasnost.

Ever-present um of emphatic exclamation, calm the strife,
Um of gracious life.

-Lovita J R Morang