Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.


Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.

You need to go, And so will I.

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

On the lark to salvation, Reaches for the line Of lowered administration, Of admonition and surrender To a furor for […]

Wander into the rising ache, That dictates a mint On the purchase of their mistake, As an open exit to […]

Happening in the open, Of empty chance Is the conversations, Of millions Heard by one alone, In the happenstance.

You thought that you could, Control the disasters That were yours, Yet that only Makes them more.

Explain the righteous wrongs, That fuel regressive wants To an anchor, In our rage shared terror That for every time, […]

The line, Will pull the outset Trail to a Time, When Then is Now To be met.

From point of explanation, For a spinning speaker’s Exposition turns the left, To a finer feather Lighter than a rationale, […]