Political asks
And dismays of need
Candid miracles, candid masks
Kindred in the forsooth, the south of form to heed

Races and vertigo, in a fathomed row
Set to edge, and the phantom of kings
A salted fate, remembered by any but those
To look before leaping, a hill of sin's winds

Where has a pining health been, the ides of coffee?
And its tenderest memory, the love in a hello
That when heard, is baring a blind chance, to reason
I am the tow of a mighty tree, the leaf in love with a sunny hope

Death remembers your name, before you do...
Death realizes the kiss of avarice, for a singing hell to wish...
Death knows where to give a gift, and where to lose liberty, all too soon...
Death keeps a beauty at arms reach, until you are but a pretty itch...

Death is sitting next to you
A taste of promises in the eye of your enemy, where tears save rooms
From the totality of prayer, to keep you from the place of sublime due
Where a salient nod to itself, is ten more death's coming to doom

A mightier ask:
Is a relationship with you in front of a mirror?
Sit sense to a lip both sideways and long in facts
Your mind is mine, when a resolve for silence, is to near...