Break to see or flee for shade
by a gawk of Sun
on white-knuckle days
pray for time to breathe & plea
this all-wet phrase
carried
somewhere on the breeze
under the shovel
of encroaching
sweat detail
over the rainbow
to surrendered
dusk relief
slipped through cracks
to callous fists
and redacted lists
cooked with looks
so spoke through smoke
from a knife skin cloak
whisper-scraped
in garbled flux
of gilded lies
following whys
borrowed eyes
on the prize
transmuting earth
from air to gold
filtering flesh
with fluid mind
as scrying hands
keep heart & soul
aching free to greet this fate
by a hawk of Sun
in white-knuckle daze
lay the ground a break & see
this old, dry buzz
buried
deep inside the breeze








Wonderful wordplay…
Most excellent Benjamin…
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wowee dearest poet I am impressed ❤️
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. Excellent write with clever wordplay my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian