Peasant Magic - Stereognostic

Bromides

I told you so
Sowing oats coming close
A paradigm
Swines in line grab for mine

I think I saw
a hidden law inside of me
To be believed
And anyways numbered days
do slip away

I had a hunch the weak for lunch
A mouth so wide our lives inside
When there's a will an order filled
A task at hand a postured stance
A beeline made a rewrite prayed
Flashing lights in the night
of your head distraction fed
Free disease pads for knees
Interim acumen
Gatherings plasticine
Zero down paid next round
And anyways numbered days
do slip away

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Writer(s): Steve Patrick Powell
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