keenness you were meant

“you’re really up it now”

I’m really out of it too
too far from you to cue
your soft motif to queue
any later would be lost
excuses and recused of
you late sunken as wind-
oh-wind owing (never)more than
your due over what you outlay

Are not you servant to rule
proven through expedition and
law mounted as your eyes find ex-
tradition living in the wall and
on the dock you have got to
listen as lanterns burn and call
for responses foggy all weighs
before her order’s inlaid

Up as the element of air
flight and terror as we were
exposed in our own element all
beauties exist as we barely
breathe having left water,
womb, with pilgrim plodding
keenness you were meant to
leave the galley freely to me

that won’t be one’s name

Prognosticate as you say
what of one’s nursery innate
is only so if living is
only known from the moment
to mow meant cutting down
tall growth though we deploy
no ploy to plough or iron cull-
cold till your own fires applied

Till your own of family
spoken you would be no sayer
sooth surveyor wander loose
in once-plains reclaimed of
undergrowth and brush over
for your arms receive their
roll unfolding unprotected
sleeves unbending as (one) greaves
(Two)
Do not dwell on the leveled
terrain led whims introspect
within the confines of drafts-
men’s lines we do not exist
to accept that decay is (in-)
evitable when you allude you
elude defeaters’ key we base,
we free, teem intrinsic levies

Follow me on!

I like pursuit and ties to you
bind two spirited in the ends
of motions sudden as kin con-
tender’s candor is before one
night extinguishes the sun of
our race and flight suspended as
noonlight was or the moon is light
as the leg upcoming can be

We like to ride one peloton
of two for pedals on four feet
we speak in legs succinctly as
stages reared or skirted down-
play once gear dependent shifts
to racing as minds might don a
glamour with which a figure is
poor equipped to match enamor

Fit-of tempers that tend to
fight or links that unite you
feel the chain can slip or snare
fraying to tears you found undue
unwary wayfarers and their tan-
dem bone shaking mode trans-
port your haven our sport is fixed
for favour fair, and future fit