we leave by passing through.

by outlasting      
roots.

by grooming   deep runes  
like arabian
horses....

mountainous   [ pontoons  ]
spine crack
liqueur

of soft doom

and true Orchids...

the ******* aftermath of covenants
at half mast

a limp flag of jolly rogers

pettifogging

dull noggins.

we pass through,      phantom roosters
ante-Bantam

in the Bedlam....

Conscience    

Chauntecleer

as

Opaque.


our blood has new boots
and now our hearts
can Mussolini

{ you strangle The Headless Horseman; as i lust for your Ichabod   }

no cranes.