what words may come

to weep the shoreline clean

the soul to scrub

with syncopated breath

what words may come

when plans ‘ere scuttled scoff

these dreams despoil

dark vulture caws

one must reflect

pungent propensity

unforeseen strife

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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