tom taylor

signate protero

thus, a man who is, insemplate betided nor
impenitent the labor of what’s aside or seems
then plus, ordered beyond terms to flux intent
the layer of dust clears the lighted surfaces into

or beheld like smoother learns the cornered dot
afforded luxuries no matter food is not one door
the lessons gleaned at now some future’s detail
the roving eye or master’s gloom inside this is

a man who might have less than that, but held
and firm, the winning shots bounced off the wall
in silent format, in hesitant scores but learned at
the open season, holding for the last shot, affirms