A house without doors
I was living...
The ethical dilemma,
and chaste abscenity...
Munitions in place
you were ready...
Returning to the ragpicker
like a lone fly...
Yes it would remain
incomplete, my story...
"Bellow",
bellows the blacksmith...
Shredding begins.
One by one all the leaves fall, like disrobing...
To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...
Widening the scope
you want to remain...
Gold fringed, the hood
strikes. You are bound...
Not a dog day-
after snapping. In...
Thundering clouds and rumbling waves
Crushed the bones of those who were brave...