In loving memory the saga goes,
or so they say when feint reminder
culls a piercing interlude.
Remnant of an unfinished sentence.

Broken  shadow haunt awash with grief,
snapshot at the edge of a well.
Parachute of blinding insight on queue
or on song, paper mache angel deep within.

Verses, scrolls, smudges from that pink enamel claw,
whose back fold clip appearance left one reeling,
like some tree house dweller
rattled by a swooping hawk.

Gimlet sipping voyageur adrift
on ice pack yacht, in need of solace
yet wishing it to the bottom of his rusty bucket list,
Fragile human being torn apart
 

Funeral  bound, feat performance bent
surreal biker skirting mountains, 
A priori stunt man metaphysical,
divine on rocky edge, a dare devil prayer

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