floating
the blue fiddler
the deep plunging notes of him
like a memoir
the rabbi in all of us the one the other
everyman
a diaspora
the things arranged in a way as particular as the universe we think is ours
it cheats us at every turn like a fool on the stage of heroes
as if moral law is struck down by historical law at every turn
for the disenfranchment of the weak in favour of kings
cometh the day cometh the freedom of fools
and upon this many verdicts will turn
like fragile autumn leaves speed
and in the dying of them frost
Flynnpoetry 