Had I been again
Un-fascinated,
And again forgot the sound
Of birdsong soft in muted mosses,
Hints of river chortles in the dawn?
Might a pall, a rigor
Overcome,
A thrall have been
Undone, just now
...and how?
And in this ashen air I heave,
a rushing, rash
Atomic spew:
A bitch's brew,
Karmaic stew of
Hormone, molecule, and that.
But all was still
And all is well inside
These walls of ice and charm
And dulcimer and dew.
A dash to not dash,
Ache but sleep not,
Wake, but wait not,
What? All ails rot
Into moonshine.
Ah, and linger dark thoughts
Diminish and demise
A drunken fool's rhyme!
