Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker,

This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,

We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.

A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.

Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists

Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.

Death by dreaming; bedim my eyes It crept in scrawl, skin and all The thoughts in tandem; tantrum, w… Upon the “waking”, with words expl…

Raised up like curds on Calvary I ponder on the time machine.... How much would Hitler pay For the journals of Trinity? Maybe I would lend Rasputin

That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay

My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors

I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…

These words left unsaid, keep our… and everyone one of them scored, r… ~ The time spent without your care… and reciting a psalm out of tune; gained it’s value the moment you l…

A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well