Guise

by introspekdt123

A certainty of measure

Stocked full with variety supposed, disdained
The right way…
comes and adjusts……chains
There is a tendency to control what believes itself to be sane
Growing wilder, untilled…destined to not be tamed
Never
The exact way.
Still forces and shifts…a square remains
There is a stage to mull over where props cannot be changed
Always
Setting atmosphere
Settling of hemisphere
A certainty of measure
For all weeds that come near.
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