velvet dress, how best to name?
mortar chest, as glass to blame
that frame holds some truth for you
as old as blood, but known as new
for true is fair, but not the same
this is God’s most wicked game
do you bare my wounds, as I?
lain between your breast
I believe I hear the truth
within your mortar chest
how best to address it
but dress it with gauze
we labor on the lack of pause
for fear that time is tense
so keep the velvet dress on
and the elevator silence
I risk no more than a band-aid
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Interesting, read a few times trying to decipher.
every single line in this is a poem. excellent….Ars Poetica
thank you