big fish eat little minnows' gilled skill
yet, may all dissolve veils entire frame
no clinging--love purely then for
it resembles what is of marriage
as the service through a vast sea
reflected here among relating
such an opportunity to carve
the inward turn--emotionlessness
bares scotty's mysterious lochness;
otherwise, reporters piss freedoms
preaching fear, fortune, and fame
when there is a red rose wild atop
the hill not needing to be climbed
where any emotion may take rise
only to be there because it means
nothing about who you are ...
while becoming lucid musica
inured within a burlap onion.
-j.a. knolls
