Idea in pure state,
A breakneck speed of burial...

Her hair like gilded feathers,
Beauty unrivaled eyes like the Cerulean Sea...

Something so treasured in white and veiled
So oh how now it nettles in pinpricks of flush...

I'd say that I'm no better,
Than the best of the worst for the wear...

Have my own tribe of four
So much fiercer and protective...

Showdown for the showoff
Lay down, to get off...

Fingerprints, no two
alike...

Envelops like an
envelope...

As a child I drank vinegar
Bitter brew in a make believe...

And if I can
And if I can't...

Silver sequins from a 1920's flapper dress
The material is rotten...

Just a thought
I thought of Thoth, a lonely man...