What be this site before my gaze
looking straightly out
the window of my perched place
while settled 'pon my couch
The waves of constant slighted roar
beneath my captured view
reminders of my sacred past
non-stationary cruise
Of railing fixed upon the porch
continual deck of glee
where soul doth rest and mind at ease
fulfilling silent peace
Where writer's script proceeding shake
the depth of soul within
and penmanship inspired task
to challenge mortal men
A rattle to the changeless ones
who toil and wrest with work
till fainting breath escapes their corpse
and death begins it's smirk
No waste of life so short and sweet
exist completely still
where monetary chase and catch
can never find it's will
This cruise upon my sorted thoughts
arresting thus my mind
forsaking all the useless chores
exhausting all my time
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