Cold and coerced into crystal caves that fawn on before the starch of the morning.
Now overgrown by the huddled shoulders,
            duality places solitary indurations at a toss up.
Horridly courageous and bartered for a sly,
           shanks of remembrance creep into loose hairs that fall flat into ears,


and whisper a lullaby of persistence.
A constant pluck of a stranded grease toile,
        wide eyed perplexities twist the words to a frequented scream for a deduction.
For reason.