Ensemble

The worst days are gone

forgotten with the season’s

greetings written in one-sided

mesh of the stuff fortune.

She wrought in piece of puzzle

hanging rose with a fistula

recalling the crowd hunger

for mystery amid the mist

I see everything forgotten

is the pile of flesh

layered and lacquered

in the season’s meetings

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