Elusive Nymph by Shamsud Ahmed - HTML preview

CLAIRVOYANCE 

The last thing on earth is never the last,

A change only, the old one’s rust;

The last thing always does starts,

Clairvoyance for the dog that bark.

Corporal gnarled – the left alone,

Influxes from our tomorrow and the next;

And persistence scotches the succulent memory,

Now I will start sorely.

Vervain your vestibule – I passed,

Even though that was my last;

No university of life exist,

If you follow the rhythm we all last.

Conditioned mindset you know,

We break again – we bow;

Something absurd but wholesome fear,

Those basics I still bear.

The only road I foresee,

Someone for this jester at the edge;

Smooth and roughness I can sledge,