Flaming trees of golds and reds
Align the skies once more...

Nothing to give,
Nothing to lose...

Buried
The spade tastes gravel...

Delusion, fiasco,
From feathered cup...

Two stuttered words
One stumbled step...

I miss being missed/ miss kisses/ miss misses
and mister/ words on a page...

White tongues lick
With flaming thought...

Wall you are
Wall you shall be...

Depression-
I remember you...

Tripping over words
Im on the verge...