Quiver Fledgling

Woven adrift current complex words
Whirlpools swirl mental Lit flux voids
Confucius some say verse complexion
Fulminous wary whirl anticipation awaits

Thee art Bee what not there abound placemat
Welcome facing redundant outward bound
Walk over threshold into rabid bit hole found
“The Point” of “The Grave” ~ Arrow Fledgling

What are WE neutered into extinction
Alive butt not yet Dead Lead Pit Weigh
Anchor hasp yet to fall yesterday neigh
Oh GOD, why have Dye Forsaken Thee

Stain of thy pain recirculates resuscitation
In ‘n out scream streams Poetry Prevails
Trail of tears weep forlorn wry wandering
Trial torn scar worn Poet Quiver Fledgling

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“The Point” &  “The Grave” Art poem points
To living life to Make Thy Notice of Existence
Before Dye Coffin Door closes Poetry
“Forever Then MORE Rabbit AnonyMouse”

David Lester Young
07/14/2026