Arisen the figure took her breath
but no longer the figure she could behold
Evil brainwork is at hand
her eyes on a stand
She knows why
but dares not penetrate
It is not hard to understand
as it is to uphold
Perplexion of her thought comes
from her incertitude
away from
Sunrise and morning dew
make it crisp to rubber boot
La estancia no esta lejos
and the figure isn't either
She tries to anchor
but it's too late
the ship has sailed and her horse knows
Something sinister in the horizon tempted
for a walk. Looking downhill she thought.
Walking upright she went.
A gazed voice asked
for her direction that to which she replied
a dirt path
Somehow she was taken in foreign dirt.
Word she was lorn.
Word she was torn.
Word she had left God.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
Arisen the figure took her breath
but no longer the figure she could behold
Evil brainwork is at hand
her eyes on a stand
She knows why
but dares not penetrate
It is not hard to understand
as it is to uphold
Perplexion of her thought comes
from her incertitude
away from
Sunrise and morning dew
make it crisp to rubber boot
La estancia no esta lejos
and the figure isn't either
She tries to anchor
but it's too late
the ship has sailed and her horse knows
Something sinister in the horizon tempted
for a walk. Looking downhill she thought.
Walking upright she went.
A gazed voice asked
for her direction that to which she replied
a dirt path
Somehow she was taken in foreign dirt.
Word she was lorn.
Word she was torn.
Word she had left God.
Argentina 1935