Six Weak Fast

Now, later
One won't stay in
One won't shy away
Not fear another
Before one's dry shower
Young women aren't a lot older
Not fiddle-fern brushes
Growing among the rushes
Necklaces light up young necks
Not poverty less taking one from the worst

One loss blinded the common
Ours was its failure
Not, above
Its natural frown from the Gala Dali
Real bones
Still
Unlike organic stones
Out fulfillment
From poison without subtleties
Un joven de la gracia