7̉̉̉̉̉ year faminə

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June 2 by The Running Son


A Circus Went By and I Went With It by Wain Jordan

 7̉̉̉̉̉ year faminə

Seven years ago
I left glory.
I had a story to tell, I thought,
of seven hells, and how
seventy times seven times

did I swell beneath the hot sun.
Seven metals
of steely determination
kept me plodding along:
prodigal, and doing quite well, thank you!

I’m planning for a feast at the gates
with welcoming do-wells,
some snakes maybe, but a greeting of bells!
Fate will tell.
Seven places beneath the scarf:

The nose, ears and eyes
think twice. The mouth
looks once, and moves on
to better lands and greater hearths,
where hands warm, and the music

never offends. Pleiades sends
her seven greetings, and bends.
I say, hello to you, fine lady!
I hope seven children await me
where these planets have led.

So tell me
that no seed is ever left for dead.
But this new key pleases me.
Seven steps lower to the level
of hogs, then to my best swan-lyric octave,

Then seven down,
bass seven down,
the pathway displaced by a sudden grounding–
Seven years come to a head
and finally found me

with seven wives in seven beds,
and seven hellish episodes
of why me?
And, you dont see!
My seven heart-parts are all needed

To map true channels
and the impact and
course probabilities
of the journey

by Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.



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