A fair—-“well.”

I fill myself with all of these, things

Things as they are, so fulfilling

Without them life is less thrilling

So I lead a line molding

A beholding of chill

Frost bitten by will

Methods they threaten as excused

Lies fallen on deaf ears

A cause that has no use

All in fear,—all of fear

Too right to make it, wrong

—So long,

Dear letters turned to

—whom it may concern, unclear headers

In directing a prolong

——————-the stalling of a calling , a so long

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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