Nineteen Lances - Aug. 21, 2021

there are breezes

that caress the mind

storms that bend faith

gales where your praying arrows

become friendly fire that

wounds your folded feet

as killer coconuts overhead

plot with an arsenal all their own

though for some

fear has always been

the nineteen lances

absolute stillness

holds

above their secrets

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