SHORTIES FROM FUSIONS
By others every man unknown
with secrets hidden deep within.
Each man upon his private throne;
his inner self is sovereign.
Providence ordained that she
Should learn to bear infirmity
And yet the face she wore that night
Disguised her flee from fortune’s blight.
Of blowing winds which cool the face
And ruffle waters where I sleep
Soul to soul in torrents deep
Transported to a wild place.