After the dead winter
spring has arrived...
When the surveillance increased,
the curtains started...
After the ammonia leak,
there was a visual hallucination...
Sing to me the morn' song,
Play to mine ears the tunes of praise...
Sometimes,
you let it go...
Gnarled hands wrap tightly round the coffee cup
Willing heat to penetrate...
Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth...
Did you know
we talk amongst each other...
Grace granted in each paw print,
A world of knowledge locked in their eyes...
Different hues were lit up.
A water drop falls on my lips...
If,
I was not afraid of...
In shadow of the moon, why
an illict bone, indentured...