So sing the spinners
Of lackrymint folly,
"The dew of the done is the 'Laid'."

But savor the grace-knots,
Of thoughtsal Sir Kno-Heed,
"Your stay here is shorter, now paid."

My wack-grin is bolder,
With knowledge of twisties,
With fervorent type-***** so splayed.

Though sit them each shoulder,
Me drawn so, and quartered,
I'm happily split,
                 and well played.


        well played,
  
                   well played.


Adorncraft doth leave me,
Her ***** done heaving,

This over is moving,
This over is moving.

              this lover
                    and losing
                          is crossed.

I struggle and fight,
To paper the light,
That crests under muscle and bone.

So caught is the skin,
The lux, and the thin,
That rides under shadow and tone.

The charcoal I savor,
And touch what I gave her,
This presence, this memory mine.

So journaled her beauty,
With deepening duty,
My happiness-
          
                                        her infinite line.

As lust and sentiment
Stir my thoughts,
Today,
I miss the showers

Be the bend-far, rooted queen,
Narcolepted upswing.
Be the effervescence,
Be the
                 clock
                             wise
                                          swirl.


Do the summ'ry new cling,
Green finger, rotten ring.
   Do the only-Evers,
Do the
                  thick
                              turn
                                         world.


     stammer-toothy
         diddelack-a-span clean

I love your
                           little hands-
I love your little hand
                                                springs.


                        (one, two)

                                 (one)



Be the guard in black.
Be the curvature stacked.

       Be my woman.

              Be the turn.

              
                               Be
                                       love.

hand it true,
she is not dead,
though my heart-
needs it so.

sit my still,
and pass the dread,
fill my grief,
to let her go.

all things off,
and close my eyes.
let resonate-
that love.

            (removal sounds)
                 (testing 2)

                                 what truths
                              might
                                       my
                       spirit allow

       such saturated
                                                pain


                                 acknowledged loss
                             and
                        heart shelled tossed

          my center's hope
                                                   remains

my center's hope
        remains



I cast the loss to winded seas.
With faith, replacing burns.

An end in sight,
With fairer light,

I sit now in
        
                                         the grieving learn.

          I sit still in,

                                                       the grieving learn.