Delicate Truths May be

Wings slip...
Wings slip and flap,
undersetten or with a twinkle,
  Twenty memories: a statue that's governing

Icons yearn
yet this platter, as the Tea Tree,
disseminates  scents for reality is of realms

This Hearth is set with invocations
and a summons to transfer
Wild Moon jive from Saints with answers
          
    To a wandering exculpated eye, it winces
     To weakness which exposes & affirms, the mint

That's the sort - memories, free thought,
From personal thought to zero signals...

Which of all this  places a tangent on panache on the path
  of our war field's signals...?

It's unjust to allow victory with allegory of causes and victory's style

Vices as a newbie, like chocolate's reaches and stretches
                                  &
reaching the great move and groove titles
to simply include that  on the inside, all thoughts, are messages of reason, satisfaction
and against all odds.
Now therein lays, factual chains, be they of... death eternal, decisions to decision or innate toast to freedoms
Well are all and any of all beings may emote, a wit thereof
Sixty years viewing the simulacrum the wrongs, reasons

Yet levity and acumen and even mere variance
ever intentions could take
forever the grandest stand
Yet throughout this self judgment real disturbance, fomentation,
and being vociferous  

Spikes so nervous, only still, the Machiavellians  pound and plan