give cadence to the simple
life to the seeker
with words through accordance toward the meek
long for words whispered in the dark
deep calls onto deep
the temptess shall seap
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
with a heart capable of magic
the black cat in the road
peal away the dross
a tiff or tatt

pray tell how far we have moved through sound
clearance to want me around
temperate
all my sins were laid at his feet

a beg or two then get too deep
stand still & repeat