Chuck Richardson, 10/12

THE SAME SONG

The same song
swaying the ma[i]ze
ignites my jetting water’s fall

This metallic sound
of stars exploding
beyond the noise

Deliberately ruling
with designed inequity of force

Whatever harmony
of riches
might
be won.

Promote. Poetry.
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