In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...
You want me to go out
into the world...
It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...
I saw the moon
the other day...
thoughts stand behind forts,
so tall that they forgot what a...
She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...
It's not your OCD
when you like things...
These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...
A teary-eyed half moon
is smeared low across...
I know he has a list,
And I know he checks it twice...
I haven't really flown
in so long...
Lub dub... lub dub... Lub dub...
You quickly became the drum...