a found leaf
to create and grieve in time
on empty
too given to promiscuity
and shallows
no coats
king and queen of pilgrimage
have not your sinful questions
have not fake dedication to the path
that a poetic in trust us
the owners of inklings
astrologically irrelevant
to taking the periodical off
off of the pinnacle machine
for he yells black thoughts
in painful tremor
of my catholic demeanor's