let's go ...
am i as wind, turned
sheltered, shelled
against when
spells altering years
Wednesday
the fickle plunge
adversary? will you die as also i?

yes i dare adore with thee

abbey is a trap
hurt speaks isn't betrayal
sundered remains in ashen laughter
this wound, is mortal filling
two musn't vex? halting?  removal's
all watched lies, shant thee singe of waste
cross youthfully once in death

hennifer, young is lend
after whilst, inside i've drug
and hidden mercy
worn in further, i've crawled
knowing worse

fall with us
two to know another day
going further
inside the buddhahood
until, un til this land with us

try as employer to envision this country
disarmed
our democracy is no utopia
the gallant day awaits ye
in soil and lumber
reconstructionism and social reform
the designation of coordinations
from homeless coordinator to country
from sea the shining cities
release from time, spills of ink and ashed regrets
all forms of beauty entertwines of courage and journalism
be spectacles of dance to wind down an live up romanticism
on blonde's hearts recoil in a dreading of friendships