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Poetry Drafts / 27 December 2022

Picking low-hanging fruit
in the orchard of complaisance,
you came and I followed
your drum, beating beating
out of step out of time.
Sprinkling fine fairy dust
I await the advancing storm
to restore my lost autonomy
in the orchard of complaisance.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.