a beginning
part 1

the words hit our hearts, and sink in to stay, to pledge another stage set, small life…….

part 2

the ending of a tortured love affair
would have been easier

no

i will rather have cold…

part 3

what was there before the nettles? stung, the memory creases with the look of bones. left in air. who was here to write the words on stone, the plaque.

part 4

passed over by accident, the thing ocured naturally, without clerics. without beatitude. given by friendship, yet piety slowly eroded. they come now with learning, holding large words, a different language. the charm now gone,…

part 5

exhale.

Epilogue:

a ragged poem because it’s not focused. the concept is lost in the wrapping.

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass