Ahn

A consequence of circumstance is nigh with fury below
A sad scene swallows all the silken skies & shadows
And if I’m to be clear while in this seventh house
Patient as it nears, push fleeting flashes out
This shackled ether draws on fortune’s lease by lending
A practical expression of our peace & mending
It all makes sense but nothing comes to me, the lost half
The frame is shifted just enough to see the autograph
And if I’m to be clear while in this seventh house
Silent as it nears, a fleeting flash dies out
All desire is air, its bubbles rose & burst
No relent, no despair 'cause wordlessness is worse
An end to sate its means in secretary keep
Tidy-souled & lean & estuary deep
Swollen static sighs between the ink & pad
Scarring a reminder that nothing’s not so bad