Shouldertop angel,
Might you silence me please?
My thoughts ride the coattails of words.

Mute just a moment,
Or wrest this disease,
Or pass it to that most flight-less bird.

I ramble, I wade,
I stumble and fade.

(chase, chase)
(learn)


SoLowIst Angel,
Allow these expressives.
But also, please allow them
Unheard.