As I'm breathless
through the storm,
I'm walking
and I'm so broke.
The peace-less,
aims to destroy,
my mind
but I bounce on through.

My Darling,
as you become form
and the Chester
that I held,
and this room
will weld.
to heart's blisters.
and a rope's cutting.

Hold the puzzling,
and the birds' worms
as the stalking
run with the egg
and the runny yoke
is of no fitting
of jig saw puzzles.