Penny darling
Where do the foxes hide?
When a man sings to winds
All of virtue is in sight...

Spent remnancy, austere
The coping future
Asking, if wars are to openly fear...?
As friend or foe, as if we were?

The tongue of blessing
Mercy in a vice, for eating edges
Of discuss, in this world, is a guessing
Tooth, the role of visiting life's, rages?

Dances with dread
Mighty and omnipresent
Succor to a finish, somewhere ahead
Worth in a warning kiss, meant...?

Places of use; choices and acts
Stirring our blindness into a caring's can
Of silence, with our misery, aged pacts
Of chances surmised well, to behold a given land

Tows of succor, we claim for imagination
To simply underwhelm the cost of oblivion
And the spoken nature of conscience, with these moments, minds
Come and go, like embarrassment was a legend we win, again?