… “what the”…

30 May

Time and its friendship to the “‘kind”.


The gray hash marks

covering the wall

of my body

are time served

in the institution

of ‘YOUR’ expectations


Weighed against the division

of joy and successes

equaling the creases

across brow, between eyes

encircling the mouth


All together they are

the brushstrokes

of a ‘Life’s’ picture…

sometimes a pointalistic precision

others, a calligraphic sweep

of deftness

or, Eschered, as to a “what the”…


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