Honour is a fierce as a Future

To bring into focus of Grass eaters

From the space in its last couple of Years

Where the alpha and omega gaze.

 

To a painter “exciting” is the hope word

Not as strong as the black and the whites

Which may o may not be true taking shapes

Themselves flowing and passing away from.

 

Power is still without a quiver:

There is only the mirror before us

As largest canvas on a pack of tarots

Touching its hand to your shoulder.

 

And then, near the end into solid light

The yearning for revolution’s perfect change

Is, that point, your hands to be read birds come

In terms of those thin first gropes in fight.

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