If perfect triads twist our mind, reality is waltzing (on earth as it is in heaven) while one plus two plus three is always six, a double three (the rhythm of our steps) in perfect harmony with our spirits (unfolding symphonies of senseless sounds) filling the gaps between the words (a seamless canvas paints).
Rasping blades, the cruel savage wields without a word in a world of fearless anger. Birds still sing and fly and nest. Thank you, Free Verse Revolution! You can read the poem here: https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2019/11/01/around-daniela-marin/ Featured image from Pixabay