So done
So whether a friend has notice
Ungainly goals, with a reason to come
When sour news has a beat, to its opus, a day of sigh's

Loving the moment?
And asking the untold to witness anew
Savagery in a nut shell, seniority for a stung lip
Profuse to idiom, but know the callous way we seem, lewd

Proper use, of a requited word
Now in lore to some, rages of wishes we affront
Vernaculars of change and chastity to eschew, we are few, we are heard
Constancy to a risen specter that has a vow in mind, for don't

See the thread, Adam and the deep blue sea...
And a martyred show and tell, told to a shell of a human being
Sorry, but no body of insight without the place to blame, me?
And the stirring here and now, with a promise in the fog of seeming

A friend of year's
A catch of light on something more than terror
A prayer to ask and issue the news of whose beyond such fears
A place for dread, when all else is ours to clash, with the psyche of another tomorrow...