rigid common adgacy
demined a fine delicacy
to my be my teceed
survive a tightened plea
do my does why did we
define a childish fee
conjectional be all
trashing feather
bashing trees
miracles are given colors
yelling on a piece of leaf
weep and roar on toxic paper
a hand i held was molten in my lungs
the teeth i’ve tasted
eyes i’ve peaked in
the violence in a sacred mind
a touch in ages but i still remember
the same the sane
the same insane
me i my me my i behind
a smile a grin a suffering
the sweetest
a need
poor me
laugh
leave
tails
beads