Only darkness, I imagine,
but peaceful, however lonely,
without feeling, on a tangent,
never lethal for ongoing
surly sweetness, no direction…
Disgraceful, dour testimony
accounts no thing, no good mention;
sever Evil, God’s Undoing,
devour Beings, Earth’s Henchman;
deceitful Soil, flower hungry.
Bony, heartless Time Suspension,
treasure loved ones beyond saving.
Somewhere you hold my redemption;
never truthful, nor enslaving,
making no single exception.
Deceitful soil, flower hungry,
surly sweetness, no direction,
making no single exception.
Surly sweetness, no direction
making no single exception;
making no single exception.
Surly sweetness, no direction,
ever lethal, for ongoing,
without feeling, on a tangent...
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,
and no one knows what intelligent life is."
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