What could hinder this haste. Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain. In all this muzzled distaste. I brush the vial hoping to misplace. Cover me with soil and tread.
Your eyes. Tarnished gold. So crystallized. And wise. . You stood. Just like. A tender child. Whenever you stumble by. . Your smile. Familiar eyes. You disturb my sleep.
He's a man of the grain. Wears his robe of burly pain. Bowls the town for alcohol. Chewed up his name and he sold it all. Perched it up for sale. He turned the light out.