Aim high wont you? These arms followed an angle close to you, than right. That diamond eyes, peered once, before the setter of our struggle.
The karmas misled the merits,
And the merits with decisions.
A tension teasing, lovemaking questions,
Sowed beneath burnt-up fields beside a road.
The smoke’s precision upon its smudging air,
That tears it open, that leads across unwoven.
And our eternity shreds a speck of little dignity.
My dignity that shared a speck upon our eternity.
A steam kissed and ate the air-flux. A rough chill!
Singeing our eyes to let free—Yet we hugged
the same pillow in the fire; And diamond shards fell beneath your cheek, peering at the setter.
Do not cry, beloved. I will save your life:
Impairing the merits that misled us,
The decisions that misled us.