Life is a sort out of sort
and the soldier in me sees
the fight delights the mobs court;
lets evoke some jealousy.
I know my heart
I feel it move amdist a groove
that I spied as art
the spaces between that us move.
The sky will bring reprieve
and plead with all we need
to crash the wild open sea
and bring me oblivion instantly.
Take me to a rest I know,
a comfort that fills holes concrete
no dirt will my body with flirt so
desert is deserved first when we eat.
Finer things autumn springs
sings me to bring again a thing
that riles the vile mile divide
so I collide a side that’s mute sings.
RMC 
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