I wonder
I ponder...

Go to extremes
crazy it seems...

I walk with blind accuracy
through the crowds...

Those Tolkien ears
a snack for years...

In contemplation of decimation
I wonder if I'd dread...

Old ways come knocking
it’s no commotion...

When first
I laid my eyes upon thee...

I’m walking quite simply
roaming free without talking...

I sit there pulling
my hands idle and desperate...

Should I pre-suppose
that face can show...

All good things
to their end do come...

All thats ever moved me
is everything you've read about...