Must Fate Sting?

Is wholeness for just a season?
Not goal lasting, busting reason
To stay in Artist's life.
Sue playing's parting's strife.

Without such a hope and goal,
Wizard's dream clutched airy pole.
Nothing really, really there.
Moth fling killing in night air.

As he circles round the light,
Does he purposeful kill life?
Or is light an accident?
Was his plight planned, placid sent?

If I have no hope and dream;
Live, survive is doped man's scream.
Trying to get screaming out,
Plying clenched teeth's teeming shout.

All sucked in, tucked far away;
Appalling Lucky's last luck days.
Just waiting for hangman's call.
Must fate sting door to planned all?

Light please shine,
Your brightness share.
Might ease moth's
Poor, frightened care.


Must Fate Sting?
by Loveson G. Flower
Sunday 3:30 PM, 9/21/97
Sanary at beach