Words drip dryly from my pen
In gnarly muted repetition
Circle rimmed and faded yellow when
Inward lively glows this reflection…

Contained barely long enough for cooling
Those boiled remembrances seem overrated
Nearing today are they still bubbling
… how could history have evaporated?

When either the sun or moon oversees
An intricate untangling flow
Naught changes but the mood with ease
While sorry limping habits follow.

Spinelessly rooted in nervous-drooling envy
That circle-scavenges for omissions, for a hole
While diving unabashed into moody steam is nervy
Scrutiny allows another moment of control.

Though smiling eyes consent to play
Off-kilter balance to unravel and explore
The dusty ribboned curls of yesterday
With luck and time unlocking doors.

Our fine and fragile psyches work with habits
Equally our past and crumbling faults
Warmly wooled trust and patience knits
A chain to tether pain inside those vaults.

The path is gently cleared of green-eyed humours
Life quantum-qualifies each breath
With noble finality arriving at the sum of two
Cored logically in love defying death.