Entangled by Gratitude (and to one day standing beside breath’s barrow)

frolicsome masses mailing goodwill to resistant external fabrications of agency
apologies given to advocates traveling at two different speeds, sleeping allegories
marked on trenchant forestry hall-parks like leavened demarcated heavens
stalling for time on a master-class porch light, spinning in place for darling doves

not realizing the temperer dared not scratch the temple posts with the hooves of transit
on a rowboat across the ravine of transient congress, demoted by stall-casting love
embarked on a title, conflated with hesitation and the emperors derailing manifestations
where false prophets and denounced rhymes go to sleep in the same bed far from our home

thankfulness and goodwill free the people from the emperor’s wreath of obsession
the knotting toil never leaves a grateful people who save the wider population from judgment
these are the last things we think of when the coins get out-maneuvered about the lost cost
now adjudicated beneath the breath’s barrow we have tied all maelstrom leanings on the coast
this absent caller was never ours to learn, heaven only wanted us to turn away from the shouting
leaning on stalwart conjoining can incapacitate many frail mornings for the masses of leavening parks
different beliefs do not demand harsh governments counting the last stand here where weather grows
an altruistic people only need to sail apportion in our mercy, away from an obsolete, cuffing obsession