flaw bearing retinue
fore bearing revenue...

crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white...

Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying...

for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...

at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...

sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing...

How have you inked
this palpitant heart...

If there be but two 
on this twilight moon's...

Cry we all toward places unnamed
Rise above the crested hills...

an orange sat contentedly
or so it seemed to a quick eye...

in the finality of this hour
as all of this shall disappear...

as today yields to the morrow
it's hope shall curb our sorrow...