Surrender proceeds jingling bones
A path remained unfound
In it's place stands
No option but up
Or down, or any other way possible
Protection comes from
Ambiance; choked on the woes of wooing branches
What have they seen? Who will they touch?
What corpulent feelings protrude
From a vacant, verdant lung
How now will screams fall?
Like the buoyancy of oak, suckling
Syrup, sweet, from
Distressed veins of age
When air stands taller
Untruthful containers, thoughts swell
She never may know of her inevitable bliss