From within, a
fawned virtue follows...
There was an old lady,
who lived on the floor...
The footman was
unseen. I assume, the...
Where we kiss each other
we are two faces...
a stark reminder that reflections, are not always...
delusion a comforter of note...
It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...
I immerse my hands beyond
the taut surface of reason...
Reasons.
and demons. and the things you call treason...
Sometimes love will set the scene
For this moment not to pass...
Just being a drop for you,
is enough...
~
you unswivel through the past...
I close my eyes
I try to escape...