A man must walk with a certain swagger when alone,
Falling sharply through all the corridors of the world,
Unaffected, thinking of the women who may receive him.
This, the Fall and the tangle: the acuteness of past days brought to their brittle end.
No more time is granted for all your half remembered mornings' dreams then before the heart's ready sacrifice, heel bone's tread.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
A man must walk with a certain swagger when alone,
Falling sharply through all the corridors of the world,
Unaffected, thinking of the women who may receive him.
This, the Fall and the tangle: the acuteness of past days brought to their brittle end.
No more time is granted for all your half remembered mornings' dreams then before the heart's ready sacrifice, heel bone's tread.
