Neutral
Gypsum, quartz,
an antinomy of parts;
renegade
recused to be host
who wanted to have joggled
rather than to have been a joke.
Flagrant, even if neutral,
dismissive as a gentled touch,
as to have been
revoked.
Thus, seized, regressed while pining for
three days now, a fortuity
that would leave one breathless,
a tocsin for self
whose rampages,
unlikely august,
would go unnoticed.
Copyright © 2015 by Frank C. Praeger
Randomly Accessed Poetics 
A centered self becomes a poem for personal and universal images and experiences.