Ask me, when the neighbors...
Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none
Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served
Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun
Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much...
Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world
Comes and given, will with me, just such?
A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy
Spare, us the compelling hope...
Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign
Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope
Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame?
Pride, and its snide...?
In the doorway, for one more step?
The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied
From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit?
Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight...
Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers
We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might
Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's...
Fires of essence, in the hands of us
Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend
We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause
That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
Ask me, when the neighbors...
Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none
Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served
Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun
Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much...
Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world
Comes and given, will with me, just such?
A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy
Spare, us the compelling hope...
Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign
Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope
Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame?
Pride, and its snide...?
In the doorway, for one more step?
The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied
From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit?
Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight...
Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers
We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might
Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's...
Fires of essence, in the hands of us
Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend
We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause
That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?
stimulation walks into a windy stare, and asks can a rule of they begin here? and the wind answers, give me a second...