Wishing for a prick from a rose.
A simple thorn on a living stick.
A crying form, a tenuous flick.
Close your eyes and sing a song.
Prove me right, though I am wrong.
From the top of my pointed head
To the end of my bony toes.
Day: July 17, 2022
Believing
Safe harbor, a dream. Closing eye lids.
Can you see the darkness coming across the sky?
An echo in the chasm, a silent scream.
Dragging one’s feet in the dirt, the stones, the ice.
Only to find one is alone.
Cast one’s sight into the distance.
Nothing present, Nothing past, Nothing to come
Will separate one from the love of God.
Harps
Coop like swift larynx hollow sift raft bowl down
Lip west boat rift lose tear volume form water oat
Train fur whip joke famous heal vault calculation
Stare moose cry sink loud grease gel felon white
Put purr picture prevent yonder coat cling harps
Stumbling along the sidewalk 