The Great Melting
The End Of The Beginning's Start
The colors they melt together.
Leather, weather, feather.
Everything goes together.
But, if it does - then it also does not.
The metal that separates the boiling pot.
If words are keys, not doors or truths,
then, all is lost - each nail and tooth.
In Out Sync Is Synced Out In
The colors they melt together.
Leather, weather, feather.
Everything goes together.
What if it does not not does it not not.
Oh, that greatest of the melting pots.
La verdad es la verdad en cada camino,
pero - no more help for this latino.
The start of the hill is too its' end.
For only it is that we can recommend.
Recommended
Not Time For Timeless Time
The colors they melt together.
Leather, weather, feather.
Everything goes together.
Time exists when we,
when we have time just to be.
Don't you see?
Or, is it just me.
It might be key.
It also may not.
"May not what?" you ask.
But, I suspect that perchance,
perhaps, we twain know.
The Non-melted Salads Of Yesteryear
The colors they melt together.
Leather, weather, feather.
Everything goes together.
A salad touches not the aether.
Rather; a salad is like this.
Distinct, undissolved, separate...
The swirles are charmers.
All this from farmers.
Neither should harm us,
because of the armours.
© 2019 Alexander James Guckenberger
