High hell low

 
 

that stun–this weak–created tough

stripping daze from nights–

the sun, and weak end was enough

 
 

no con…but creed exchanging bluff

excising wrongs from rights

that stun–this weak–created tough

 
 

in mien…it’s neither ruse, nor rough

but black, and grey, and white

the sun, and weak end was enough

 
 

and learned; a fineness culled from fluff

a truth inside the trite

that stun–this weak–created tough

 
 

and earned; in brand new skin–not slough

a scoured beach from tide

the sun, and weak end was enough

 
 

the turn, was key unlocking cuff

the mystic beyond sleight

that stun–this weak–created tough

the sun, and weak end was enough

 
by Karen Robiscoe
 

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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