Left To Chance, (Right?)

Whatever happens chance to chance
There is a whisper at the window sill
Inacessant song ciacada, whipoorwill
Hypnotized pleasure, happenstance,
Wraps her harem song around like ladders only let's
Fall asleep to dream of dancing streams and strands
You fool, yourself she understands circumstance
Distances the lines of bed and shadow
Mind and Flesh
All that redefines, some peccadilo
Two forms mesh
Thrashing and threshing twisting storms
Running like blood pounding violet verses
Surf embalming and crashing all we are worth
Exchanges passion in a glance
Whatever happens chance to chance~





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-10-21 at 21:37

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Right opportunity left us desirous and dextrous at other times.
2016-10-23