the platitudes of willful resemblance

left lying on the floor
where dropped
in route to somewhere other
turned it’s aspect
apart from and
saintly away

the moment smells of sweat
lying unrested
wearing a buckle attached
tight to a belt,
fastened loose, but
for safe keeping

left lying on the floor
where dropped, dark
brown, augments worn and pale planks
obfuscating
a vision, past, present
a moment varied

– Hoc Scripsi