The dogged hounding of abstract joy

The dogged hounding of abstract joy will make you pause
and go. The rhythm is not as obvious but it is as sure.

It grounds the divine. Concrete meets abstract. The relen-
tless pursuing of that whisper going off on a tangent then

coming back to master syllable. Master syllable meets miss
syllable. It is wrong to think otherwise; wrong to dismiss it.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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