How much can it hold in This body
To be free of blemish free of stutter
and limp Blaze fire forged by the god
of cunning of craftsmanship
If only there was a way to seal the perforated
A bolus to slip under skin A tincture bathing
the heart and its retinue worn down organs
Unclasped over decades Asterisms Necklaces
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
