civility rolled off autumns tongue after forty three and neigh a year coursing through four noble turns and twice unfolding the tear.

in her hands i'd rarely leep, occasionally for some sufferings sleep
and in the tree's i'd hang for she, often offered nothing of burglary

sheep and beep her alarms did seek, to conquer with force my earthly smell, learning to drink her milky swim i have lost verbs again

There are beings
who say and do.
They live in the future,
always making plans.

There are beings
who say, but don't do.
They live in the past,
dwelling on intentions.

There are beings
who don't say, but do.
They live in the now,
and are fully present.

*What will you choose?
What did you choose?
What do you choose?

Once, someone was called beautiful
And from that, ugliness was born
With all its self conscious nature