Convergence Zone

Minutes of moment meander to me
Measured, meted out in morsels by thee
Mortals make merry, as the buried now flee
Find my heart, please, in old Mogi
das Cruzes

Where the glue of you oozes
Where troops and their hoops, artists and muses
give back
To empower rare flower, repairing with tact
Go now with speed, and with thought do act
Skinned knuckles, split palms, spilled blood as a pact
in the mud

Be skilled and strong willed, I’d be there if I could

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