That misty dawn the cold did cling so wet
On rising banks beside the barren trees...

Arachnids crawl across a pulsing mind
Preventing sanity an earnest dream...

Why did the rain fall sting on all my days
and why did branded skin refuse to heal...

Until the doctor 
pointed at my shadowed scan...

Questions wrapped up 
in a chrysalis became...

.
a perfect ideal...

despite eating through
the farmer's long grass, that day...

.
Cheese, I thought...

My rose
Sings to my soul...

On Earth I wander as a wisp
a vapour trailing in the air...

nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...

sleeping
within polyanthus...