Hail to the riddle
self-rhapsodizing in its spice of rust
like a bearded young grandfather
Lest we forget
Fugitive pages from the tomb
of Ozymandias
tickle its sleep like the midnight knocks
of flaming prodigal sons
I can prolong a cup of coffee
over several hours on my deadest days
When you live in insecure words
arbitrary talents are your child’s teddy bear
or at least that’s what you tell yourself
fleeing late-night grease fires with animal in tow
A riddle of this pedigree must be revered
and considered in environmental shortage
It can outlive any language
patronize any code
so long as the question
doesn’t draw and the answer
doesn’t write
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Recovered From a Sightless Night
by Steven Fortune
Bio- Steven Fortune is a resident of Sydney, Nova Scotia (Canada) and a graduate of Acadia University (English Literature/History).He has released five poetry collections to date, edited several works for others, and has also appeared on CBC Radio, while his work has been featured and read on several radio programs. He also aspires to write for the stage and recently completed his first one-act play.
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