Poems
Knots

Knots

All of the air has sharpened,

Your eyes and ears,

Can witness the hardened,

Winds of the world.

Some build this into their fears,

When ambiance is darkened.

They change to a form unfurled,

Insanity becomes their denizened.

Others are enlivened,

Viewing the earth impearled.

Their lights always brightened,

From such lack of tears.

Earth’s dress constantly burled,

Its knots constantly cozened.

Bumps that trick in sneers,

Can even make the sun disheartened.

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