Paint the grave and impossible hope, across my aching chest.

Run the new and tepid blood, through my chilly veins.

For i hold to, the true, of heart,
That escapes us now.

And wake of me my sorrow gone,
And let me go my way.

I run away from shallow ground,
that you have stirred,
In chance you might
be fond upon to plant.

A  sound,
Resound,
Resound,

And flee

Where echos of the past,
Can breath.
And offer up new hope.

But I am only here in sight.
My thoughts are far removed.
My thoughts belong to
Years ago.
Those days I turned to stone.

**** your pain with a Weber grill
Bling out ur smile
With megawatt steel

Pour on the petrol and
Burn baby burn

Gaslight the me
And  burn burn burn

No runaway's
On an asfault to peel

Come to spend time
And *** cards to deal

Be us a two
And now just the one

And now pearly Gates
When now you to run

Water born
Paper rip
Let the table tip

Time will pass
Matter
Mass
to life we ever grip

Fevered fury
Of the mind
And to the earth we bind

Ease of thought
And nothing sought
With nothing left to find

How of you to fester so
And Where of you to go
Mortal
Moral
Mailable
With seeds you cannot sow

So
Do let slip
The wasting fear
The darkness
And unknown

The vine
Has snaked and blossomed thus
With nowhere left to grow.

Break of day with eyes beyond the bluff.
Break of day, enter, into sheer presence.
Into, at of ,
what falls from above

Sons of light
Grip the failing star

With remaining strength
That parallels its fall.

Forever it's penitence
To look down and shield us from the dark
And float above alone.

This a rain did fall today
It masked the tears
that fell at will
with want
And purpose poise

Both of feirce and desperate love
From  view of sentinel

Into her life
He walked his path
To offer up his soul


Want of  her
And didn't own
A body spun at loan

He awaiting just as she
And both abandon past

Willed a trial
To abide
those with dread of glance


But they went
they into

a

Hera ubliet
And renounced
the child like
The chance of infinite

And
Petty
Thing
A thing of
Love

When
love is quickly gone

But they are brave
And naive

And Only of the earth

But they the braves
Who fight at cost
They of yes and yes

They will live for time
Forever
They will never pass

So love be brave
And heart burn bright

Love of
No constraint

This vein that holds
A breath of awe

Is

Love to never wait

It, upon me, in waves of warmth..
Revelations of who I am. What and who I may be.

There I sat in communion, terrible and beautiful,  the new, through the passing of a chalice. With a memory that held me.

And the barer of the dead did I become.

There in this shaking earth, did I touch the infinite and and eternal, with creased palms.

A sentinel of  a closed  book
Writ of me, and held with secret all
Of now and ever will.

I, and all the mettle I could muster.
Did now see, the complications of the clock
And I in congress with spherical resign.
, came upon the simplicity of the pains made to ease, by slight of hand and trick of thought .

yet

My maker did not hail or send salutation
But began me and left

And to wonders did I fall
to the cool of air
and crimson sky

To falls furious strokes by harlequin and natural  jest

And I fell

To embers made to burn for eternity.

And I burned.

And gave to the Earth
A body of ash forever.