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Fly my ears fly,

as I see my life

goes in the right,

to the left

and balance not the center,

yet to love all that


As i taste this bitter windfall

as January snow comes in at the backdoor,

out to the front lawn.

Guard me a life

To what end I have to,

Not would I want to,

Nonetheless I may be.

Yes this life is not mine at all,

That when she came in being,

I have to be beside,

And do agree my understanding

What life is.


All poetry and images by

artsydhude and ohms 2018.