Subsistence and Soul

Subsistence and soul, the weeds and the bores,
attain and reach, conquer and seize,
subjugate the angsts, inspire the deeds,
surmount the moments, master the manners.

The joy and bliss, rapture and delight,
reflect and ponder,
linger in the course, allure and absorb,
enter the realm, the orbit and range.

Province of sage, blue skies conjure,
tall turrets in mangle, adhere props or tangles,
amulets remain silent,
deceive rages conquer, empty routes.

Charismas, captivations and lures,
eager to beguile and enchant, finally echo and convince,
only, recipients, the chasers and seekers,
not the empty routines, abandoned routes,
are there, to perceive and persist.

The scenes, passages, arenas,
the snow flakes, harbingers of thoughts,
edges and corners, blankets of silver tops,
stir emotions, elate the passion.

The windows go by, retain the moments,
entice, induce, incite and bid,
to, heed and exceed, and respond and commit.

The knocks and bashes, the dents and the dips,
loud thuds and smashes,
the wallops and whacks, and fissures and cracks,
they are flickers, flares and flashes,
The blankets, silver tops, spread the ashes.