As the markings on your arm,
Appear to me as light,
In the darkness of my eyes,
Tracing the path of the caravan.

“What do you fear?”
She asked,
Of me, and now.

To whom am I speaking?
For the rest of the time,
In my head, in my mind,
It is you, who
I am speaking to.

Discovered in my valley
Deep in the sauna heat

"Where to?"
The North, of course

Ta-Kwa-Men-om

Those eyes though,
They can be many things,
Flashing passion,
from one to the next

The pleasure,
Love,
all mine.

I am only a loan.
This life,
alive,
alone.

Dashed out quickly,
on the cold, wet concrete.

Yes;
Just drop,
the needle in the whiskey.

iDigress.

who the cap fit?
i d k

sip sip from the cup,
from the cup.

Oh. ****.

Just where are theose shoes, now?
the mismatched ones,
with-the-out the any laces?

please, please.
if this is desperate,

O hunny,

Oh.

bother.

It's just one of those things...

Yu haven't got to check,
whether or not,
the light came on.

Yu know it.
Deep in your heart,
that **** is on fire.

Yu can't even butter toast,
the same way anymore,
&& whatever is cookin' in there...
Smells **done.

Today is the motif.
ideas daydreaming du corpse,
Superior attaining interpretation,
to my silly comprendo.
Twirling.

Make no mistake,
in this place, here,
we trace lakes.
Lying down; face-to-face,
when the mask breaks.

Make no claims.
In this; have no stakes.
in this.. Love's misfortune,
unfurl my bed, close my eyes,
&& rest my head,
in gold flake.
Suspended.

Our mother, she is kind.
Knows just what she does.
My home is not this hell;
nor s p a c e above.

Alight anew for ceremony,
&& i'll be the last to leave.
obligate engagement.
my place. In-between.

Hello?