Page Thirty

Steps commence a journey to alignment.

Crossing borders to end solitary confinement.

Back pressed by the beams of a late sun,

Shadows caste tall when the day’s done.

Forced, and coerced.

Peddled, and meddled.

The bird points to a friend, now to make one.

A grasp by the wrist births energy’s transist.

In compliments contrast powers persist.

New power, not old,

But untold,

Brave and bold,

By embrace’s hold.

Let new light exist.

Under the red glare of old light’s stare

Set forth on a dry sea-fair.

Blue skies, and golden waves reverse the sails.

Sheens shine shows shimmering sheeted shales,

Draping and dripping,

Dressing dunes in molten glass glow,

Gleaming glistening and glaring.

That which is a name comes for trade here,

But kindness, and the tip are free.

In the Desert of Moiren one wraps their feet.

What a being don’t know? Kind o’ being are Yo’?

Lest boyo suit you kinder?

So Kollin was to another.

Kollin Ottenne, the last of the Ottemnen,

Only remain of the Ottenne Men.

Much more be too much,

I arrest my affront,

The bird point to you, and i follow that runt.