Good, My response
To her passing back
The sand blown
With the eyes of
Aesthetic in mind

Why that word
I thought as it
Vaulted off my tongue
With concepts of
Prison in mind

Sharp it flew
With purpose,
Purpose and poise
Like this time
Was the Million

Her ears shrugged,
Shrugged at the;
Assault of lies
That rested in my
Relative well being

With Life tuned
And voice an eighth
Churched praising the
Inevitably frowned

I pondered intently
The origin of should
And why green dependent
My; Lies of Good.