Words and Willfulness by the Wayside

Need not dwell on all that has vanished to the wayside…

all the pokes and prods…

all the worries on the doorstep.

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Words and willfulness that weigh on my features.

Pen and paper missteps etched in hollow bark meant to…undo.

A drumming beat…that is not quite thunder-like.

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Rhythm’s noise now…an imperfect blue funk mixed with classic hues and purposeful refrain.

A tune not a one can claim.

Divergence’s influence…small tunnels from matter to the mane.