It’s
your essence, so dire. It links by dynasty. Yes, I feel misty,
kneeling
in directions. There you
wander,
at flaming hearts. How do I convey self, captured
by leniency,
living by prickles? We spent years
dying.
We invest so much. I beg you ascend.
Flee
from disaster. Form by gospel.
Babies
possess sacredity. Tap into sky-fire.
Heal
by cliffs. Summer is panting: feel
Esoteria,
become flame. I see you. Your
mood
is in style: calm, or disenchanted.
Minds
spin. Tears drops. I’ll send by whisper. Sullen, my Bone.
I
ask you more beauty. I share pain with you.
We
struggle. Yes, we fumble. To struggle is by snow.
We fathom
slowly. Ever our guts. Ever our autumn.
Midnight
by screams. I smile through fire.
