A Day in
December.
Wind’s
whirling whiz
extricating
the embedded pulse
of roots and rigmarole.
Rebecca unleashing
many a
Mystery and
clairvoyance.
Notes
flow on the
window
unaware of exorcists
outside .
but there
is a garguntine outlet,
the oval
balcony window
in
a combative jittering mood.
A
Call ensures from afar,
Unionizing in the
wilderness
many a disoriented and
fearless .
Just one
day for me, but
for
those stubbornly
afflicted
outcome
of aeons’ targeted
schedule
seamlessly enacted.
Beneath the stormy winds
Once
subsided, Angels fan
and delight to
fan their fans.
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