The Form Is Everything

Bus stop again,
City life again,
Dirty streets
And the dirge is the
Surge that seeks to find me,
She sits in the city square
Seeking to put you in despair,
Wisdom! Wisdom it hews its
Way around the stones upon
My heart, love is the final
Fight but is not just sentiment
Or salient to this easy life I
I am always on guard for
A life that is hard,
I am ready for the fullness
And the war on dullness,
Less than everything is not
All is the fall breeze,
The fall leaves that leave
Me in awe, each inch of
This estate is not a mistake
And neither is the way You
Have formed me

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