I used to
Too many
Over it now

Succor an individual
Ignore culture
Time explains evolution

In Ephrata
I approached
A charging station

Next to 
A horse
At peace in reins

No one fed
The horse
Yet the charger

Looked unfettered
Free to juice
Some thirsty cayuse

Who ran loose
Never returning
To Ephrata

Is music 
Temporally
An orgasm

Probably just
A spasm
Unfelt

Time is 
The foe
Allowing the grow

Of sonic
Sensuality
Just a beat

To defeat
Biological
Finality

A funereal
Hymn
Temporal whim

Wordless volume
Clues in reviews
Reader’s publishers’ dream

Land rose fertile
Rattled surround serene
Final chanted silence 

Sperm a countless term
Like the speed of light
Get ova it’s a novena

Concern
Maybe lost cause
Of Conflict

I Googled Toyo
Ears blind eyes deaf
Cat has more sense

Go, ogle
On the internet
Whether supple
Or upset

There are images
Serene
Or scrimmages
Obscene

It shrinks
The world
And stinks
Of the hurled

Insults
Fostering
Tumults
Yet bringing

Ranges of
Information
Maybe proof
Of reconciliation

Where in overflow
Of information
Peace might grow
A situation

Where all view
The next interpretation
And then grew
The next realization