Oh! This restless tongue
Reined in tight
Before the light
may expose my innocence
to a corrosive force
of order over chaos.
Bring forth the good
Before you close the gap
Where chance has the chance
to sharpen the end
from bitter doubt
To sweet knowing.
That in the art of living
There is a chaotic grace
Period..
Extending from time
in our plodding linear sense.
before all things in all places as all things.
©wrennie
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