no schedule

if we our empty hearts could bring
to see the fullness yet to be,
we’d overflow these mortal banks
and onto other grounds

but there’s no schedule for such things,
for chaos turned to amity,
just fields and fields of silent thanks,
and clouds that make

the rounds


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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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