to be continued in braille no matter the cost no matter the bail because if not, then the steps would fail & them dreams of blue would fade & almost pale in an almost all in black of toast a place that the devil couldn't boast in a house of mine & ones before to ghost all along all in time as THE WORDS TO STAY WORDS in chime for a sight to sour up as lime & the sanity no more mine backward & forth a climb the bank collapses on the line so what of a life is of a vine ? lying trying then dying to hold hands, with brain holders to dine 'good mornings' & 'good nights' creep down my spine even worse it's a curse to say I'm good to say 'I'm fine'