crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white...

flaw bearing retinue
fore bearing revenue...

for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...

sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing...

at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...

Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying...

How have you inked
this palpitant heart...

Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay...

enough of you
and all of me...

on the first day of the month
we flipped all calendars in sight...

as today yields to the morrow
it's hope shall curb our sorrow...

in the finality of this hour
as all of this shall disappear...