Rhyming Couplets

A rhythm-only song composer who’d not cottoned on.

Through Street & Square

How distantly it spans.

Riven rope about a ring of jeweled thorns.

The Lord, to me (supposedly).

From long, song-saturated maturating messages, vestiges (best out-lived) of another.

Iswillwas/Waswillis?

Erstwhile, the context: don’t kid us, it matters.

I will have missed it.

Isn’t/wasn’t/won’t be.

Too tailored; too soon.

Awaken.

Even as (ephemeral) the winter’s apogee takes Easter on and, late, chase they the heels of Autumn.

Onto prophets by the fire and the knowledge gleaned from that.

There is ash beneath the wood consumed by flame.