Risk and Reward

one replaces several, so there isn't an original,pieces floating with particles and cloversdroves of cries, drones, blows, copies of caves, traced to bring veins, vague and graveexceptchildren of Change, to the height heldcatching more than manic meld,driving deep to mountains matchedtrials, tribulations for the two halveshaltedby grafts of skin

One Word

A transformation is happening. The spaces between are fragile. Fatigue and muck cuts a diabolical combo. There's always a balance. Always a change. Not a crack. A clean split. Smooth.A line is drawn either way. And, what is left at the absolute bottom?A core remains at every ending. For me, that's---