hot grief stings a face
now separated from the...

as another
arrow whizzed wide of its mark...

As fluting beaks rejoiced the waking sun,
I knew your furrowed heart needed a balm...

Why does a form whisper across my view
In places where the unfamiliar go...

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...