this is just a fleeting message in a river that bends

bottled up
keeled over
understanding
true knower
pickled pomp
crass trash
giving up all he could collect, the others cried out "vagrant!" as if to turn him to face their torture, unsettled, he passed alongside the broken mirrors fallen from great prevailing winds of spoken fires
duly noted
freshly coated
hillside journey
in a hurry
without you, i feel empty
after knowing what it is like to behold true beauty
soft malingering
fresh beginning
legendary on the contrary
trying to pick the sweetest berries
and failing
and flailing
blood trailing
fleets sailing
to desert me back where some lost their lives
embarking with the others for reasons contrived
i lose my life
just to live my life
and smoke my pipe