it deepens and depends on my word
that i keep absurd info to myself
learning by working, and hiding night times
for sleeping rarely does this
till next time

feral tea
suppose day left you the raise
gliding forever
a dove, within, a third plight
your time, spending
outside of that table
leaned against your cold
your coldest spots you sold

in your corner i declare

suppose mourns built behind
introverted instruction
to difficult to overcome
we shift in limits

in my corner i dared

mixtures inside sounds
scripts letting fly

now i walk myself
more marching, more violations
railroad maps and pain

to thee i am west
heading south, fleeing north
missing the east?