from
me

seduced in the corner
my hands were pressed tight on her flesh
her mount reminds me
of
sweet honeysuckle

as an boy who knew
these writers are green now
perhaps
not
as
green

as
the
grass

in my pasture

these lines shall never reach an book
that is an lie from the stars
what part
of
the heavens
own tainted stars

ahh
he
began

an
pondering

he was skipping rocks
we seen him somewhere
one time
it
was
as if
the moon
spoke to me
this vision
we seen
myelf
me
an
i
this memory
has yet to be applied
search me through
constant purge
that my thoughts

become prayers
that my offerings be but to one
let not me perish with fools
forgive me
of
the
tears
we have made flow

for the wrong reasons why have I
what have eyes if they not see
the my eyelids
be
heavies

grow into sleep
open my eyes
furthering
me
let me not sleep
into me
let
me
awake
in
you
an slaughter
?