At the Crossroads

poetry

img via Tenor

If I meet you at the crossroads
Will you come on blackest night?
Not tepid morning
But in the snow drift when winter’s calling
That’s how you make that thing
Set the puppet upon a string
Make intonation, a revealing hand
Shift your weight, deploy your stand
That’s when it rings
That’s when it’s tuned
Thence be a queen, thence be a King
Bide your time
Get refined
Take broad strokes, Hell — learn by mime
Not by day, don’t…

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