We're not the dreaded foster.
We're not the tackled fate.
We're not the preechled tempest,
Worrying that we're late.

We're not the trench entangled.
We're not that speed trap set.
We're not anjlichen models,
You're happy to for-get.

We're not the unbecoming.
We're not the dis of ease.
We're bigger, smaller, lighter.
We do, because we please.

We're present, loving tendrils,
The cells that feel you give.
We're prosperous, furdy hopefuls.

You learn.
We flow.

You live.

fevered little saucer
lover's little pet
found the ****** stirring
found a matching set

live to tie the bedsails
love the perfect knots
leave the after glowing,
saddened by the oughts

take me in the binding
fake me in the pleads
beg for rougher handling
leave me on the knees

fevered little saucer
lover's little plate,
found Your ****** perfect
I'm Your soul to sate

Shouldertop angel,
Might you silence me please?
My thoughts ride the coattails of words.

Mute just a moment,
Or wrest this disease,
Or pass it to that most flight-less bird.

I ramble, I wade,
I stumble and fade.

(chase, chase)
(learn)


SoLowIst Angel,
Allow these expressives.
But also, please allow them
Unheard.

I am no fool,
To say, "I miss the Moon."
I have sat down beside Her.

She's one of the tools,
That's helped me remove.
The ballast I was so well-supplied with.

She's as close to the Sun,
As I'll ever come.
A warm reflection of fire and Truth.

I am no fool,
To say, "I miss the Moon."
As distal tide,
am I Hers
to move.

I wish I understood
The muse's gift.
I wish I could see the string.

And more than feel
That tightening lift,
Which gives me words to sing.

I wish I could touch
That pulsing wire,
Which electrifies my thought.

But, I'm merely a man,
Who's noticed a fire,
And is scribbling,

As he ought.