Well I know
Its a phrase of
A
Lover

Someone said
They said something -

I was listening, but
I

Wasn't listening.

Well, I know
It's haphazard-tazer

All

While

I'm making believe
With you

Making myself

See

Underneath a light post
Where ays the dead secret
Of a kettle
No one ever wished to know

A ghost rattles their cane
As the last known man
Says they, used to be something,
Used to be something,

Something

Sane.

Stark horizon.
Abstract reality.
Chasing nothing,
But a love
I never thought I'd get.

Nurturing love
Was a contradiction
Left for tangerines and

Cradled apples.

I am here
With you
And I hope,
You with me
You know,

I love you.

If that be my last
Attempt
For your hand.
If that be my
Last press
Of my voice,

I hope
Your grip
Pleads for palm
On
Shaked' grip;

**** in plead
Thee be
There be vacant while
Begging -

Let it
Be
It

Let it be it

Let
No carrier
Be

Universal.

Individuals
In love
Only truly

Rule

This
Land.