That we move through life hoping the grey will give way to certainty, by the effort of the askance off kilter poet, but that attempt at certitude may also be folly, hence keep it under your breath… Sans gusto (wind/muchness).
I hope this clarifies things.


Poems & People

That we may saunter amidst
yet fields of hanging skies ungrey 
by dint of askance might I deem
this frolick strangest sans gusto.

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