best I suppress deep breathe that would my tongue to tie. Murals cast through shadows echo naked phrases breaking thoughts that fragment a sinful sigh. Gentle soul in past will we speak? Tomorrows discomfort dwindles like my sanity, watch a suffocat dance strong noose cuts burns necks of my feet. Wagon swift a banshee strings me singing a familiar new song. It's mine yours ours no just yours but see... Forgotten possible memories stay haunting in severity. Spasms brought under frustration lock cages harboring beast rattle cells not for eyes of present company. Place hand on my shoulder stranger, bonded are we in coincidence? Substance? Yesterday's wake mistsed fog, introduces so cordially the mirages dominating reign of the trenches 'tween experience and imagination erasing what may as well remain all signs of any sort of border... No sense questioning it now as with how far we're willing to wander. So then... I suppose... lead on chicken scratch, don't abandon me now.
