Said but not so

Somethings are said

but not so

you are telling me one thing

but underneath it's a blow

We are all the same

underneath it all

however, when our time is chosen

will we walk alone,

or be welcomed by your call

The answer is pretty clear

maybe I should just let go

accept things for what they are

or should I stand up and let you know

Underneath the canopy

together in unity

bound together at the fourth piece

unequivocal to those who preach

guests who watch on with opinion

holding court in their dominion.

A shattered Vase
unleashing waste,
upon strangers who seem enigmatic
standing up, fighting the dramatic
undone.
All the work has
become
one.