I'm blind, he speaks his mind
I'm mute about his mind as he
claims that I'll deceive,
I'll dearly deceive
as the close of this is what I really want

I'm blind, he speaks his mind
with branches and brambles
and utterings
we'll quiet him
I dream that it is finished

cut the lesions, stand up with your joints
solely heave the streaks to recent motion
I dream that the gossamer would shelter me
my ruthless teeth shield only one

-c.j.