These words become mere
silloutetes of an ageless...

In the corner,
risen from a sunshine...

Words come upon a time of magic
and exploitation within a mind...

The eye's of a pendulum
swing, ring, in a mind...

I truly wish to breathe again
upon a sky, so dense...

I decomposed
my lifeless heart...

Behind the nightmares that linger in my glass
like a loose fitting camisole...

The afternoon sparkled
like an early spring's...

Fields of Gladiolas
march in unison...

That sweet toxic sunshine
tousled my twisted mind...

Crackles, shackles
of hardwood creepers...

Bathing within spring water pools,
lavender tickles a dragonflies...