Guards
crossing...

The longer I crawl this earth
the more my pleasures shrink...

For youths who survive and win:
may you raise your children...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

My starkest moments
have not been recorded, yet...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...

This life is my river
downstream are family and friends...

I sway in gentle hammock rhythms
. [caged without key...

I hold her close
as the retching renews...

I would walk the forum of Rome
see the space where justice...

Rev Harold Camping's
failed rapture should feature on...