Tempo driven, ready-riven, ribbons wind
Around my soul. Colors wallow, no tomorrow,
Suddenly, I see anew… Sometimes pallets
Waver-wander, ‘yond the point of mind’s regress’,

Simple-shallow, no tomorrow, seems again
I might transgress. Feeling childish, feeling
Words, once again, I must transgress my
Feelings, once again, be up-thrust.

Weeping borrows, no tomorrows,
Must again shoulder girth, feeling moody,
O ‘contraire, moon’s gone crazy
Sort of birth! Beyond an old full moon..

Shadow-loving, always morrow, I, again
Extend my birth. I may transgress, formal
Raptured, but most of this, I won’t regret.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright 10/2/12