at times it strikes when mind forges in one swung gest the layered still
where age warped old and young squint with changeling nervous thought
in mute unrest implore fortune the tossed up gust the chances fraught
or sense the load and cold breathed by fluid weightless will

the gangway games of choice lighting in flash zag shapes from void to void
each scalpel path of might sipped by thunder belching naught
in chained events unfold wayward as cut on cut in one form caught
the quiver blank the may flexed as arrows sunk and buoyed

as with this life of light lifting in each one way horizon's blind
this flicker world entwined all as choice and passage sought
the anxious mind in quest folding in one framed still what fate has wrought
may pause and rest with sounds round as light arced verse at times