It laps up the solitude.
A flame hits the stonewall...

Like a brazen
dancer of night...

You wanted to understand
the tenor of wet, heavy lids &acirc...

Without assent
I open your book...

The restless legs take you,
weightless, to marshes...

He said creating a will
to become whole Being...

A preacher was shedding
dirty tears...

A midnight craft
dumps the moon...

All night November,
I was searching the vulnerable...

Don't you agree with my ability
to loosen up on our times in no night...

It was lack of contusion.
The relief had not come. Hours...

I will make amends with me today,
stop fighting with myself...