Penta

 
Abbreviated soul-
 
Tucked within a hidden pocket
Folded into an origami thought
Pasted by the inner vision glue
Broken near this piece of mind...

Clock unwound by an infinite time...

High as Jacob's ladder-
  
Such, on it, drum session that goes beyond beat
So make your hair stand on end like Buckwheat
Breaking the light barrier, shining dark obsolete
In shifting the grooveless fools to beat a retreat...

When you are feeling beatdown, beats-

So, no one writes a song
As such take them along
Then none to sense the beat
Instead, it fills them complete...

Goodbye sigh-
  
Uttered as a fresh candied sigh
Here a voice rose from on high
Thus caused a near angel decry
So this, her lonely last goodbye...

Train quatrain-
  
So her love is locked...in a tearless heart
By this golden cage...yet still is set apart
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A history into future...was written in part
As our sunshine rains...the world into art...