At the water’s hill, Is a quarry in a query Up the will, Until the objects Of rendition, Has acquired […]


At the water’s hill, Is a quarry in a query Up the will, Until the objects Of rendition, Has acquired […]

So to that wording, Has warmed them Into a mission, Without a target Or restriction.

Judgement at who you, Cannot accept Is who that you are, Which you will not Admit.

Expectation winds a web, For the fate of most Is decided in, The heads’ of ghosts.

Take me away You try But will you keep me, Once I die?

Why do they ask When talking Means to really Breathe.

A step within Those eyes Was Their Aftermath And mine Too.

With the recurrence Of the letters That mean no My openness To trying Goes and Goes.

Icons in the underbrush, Pulling on the cards And a purchase, On the marsh That endures, On the elbows Of […]

I was a fool to believe again, To believe at all And always for another, To fight against the end […]