calming collective
where is the knowledge
the fount and the see
scrape up the madman
a braised lesion
upon empty space
afire in the gutter
blowing bits windswept trash

liner lest breath
eerie some things
these sudden creep
tugged boat
to Ulster's castle
cross lands
felt simmer summer
all in and gone

I rid the lines
clock read face
only incept this
so I digress
the hands did move
time stopped quick
in and of itself
because now whets left

there, one per even
witted lent stage
lavender mountain majesty
asleep by a lake
over yonder this far away
under feathered pillow
draw strings pulled
purple felted pouch

poised with promise
card my color
heroine needled friend
dost thou think this
truly be the end
round be the world
shape, way it is
constant collection

add absinthe over sea
steeling site with sound
Venture with Air Dried leaves
that blow out ashes past
nay lapse of reason
give,fall upon laps seduction
blown into the arms, sling
shot heard around the world

so now
Socrates
How You think