Ars Gratia

If none recall beginning how can end
present a launching pad to bleed penned thought,
the point is taken with emotions caught,
the rune to score the score to tune and mend.

No cut no quill Will needs to print the page
as soldiers twenty six are drilled to play
a part or to engage, reflections sway, -
“go with the flow” and [t}ease shrill strain away.

From ultra violent or to infra read
It matters not as notes that now are sown
form part of parcel of what once was known,
will yet become, door open wide ahead.

Reality and dreams remain the same,
no code, no key, no st[r]ain – let promise flame…

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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