This will be old someday
when it is
reprinted you shall

not use one consistent
font but rather
let each letter

lie beside one
another incoherent

unmusical trestle
be unkempt in
the neck of your desire

be thou with me
mystery when
the last note is

written anew.

Categorized as Poems

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher

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