In one setting lures a group, A multitude that has Found in one, A loop.


In one setting lures a group, A multitude that has Found in one, A loop.

My pulse in hand, The poise of shadows Across the land, Have reached me quick, I’ve taken sick.

Poised to take the arrow, And shoot it through the pearl Her transformation into ambition, Is not her owned decision.

The urge pulls to touch, A resounding punishing rush Nearer to the emboldened hush, The Pain. Reeling, Feeling.

Right in front of the repose, A proposal left to the right of lows, Not the bleeding not the cries […]

Can not counter the choice, Of my discarded words Said without an ear Nothing left to listen No one left […]

Effort’s fortunes feign a chance, A final fate that gives a glance The world ahead in paths that wind, Drifting, […]

Trickle by the fickle drop, Tipping worries down the top, Topple, hobble sturdy walls Danger of the stranger calls, As […]

Her roots, Her animals, Her life, Reside Deep inside.

The Rabbit exclaimed “I must tell you butterfly I’ve watched your pose and there is nothing I am more sure […]