A syncronized double beat
Led me to lose a snare.
A sincere crowd deafened me.
Some people say so
This is true love
Free to move below
My Eyes eaten by a crow
A crop I wish to unsow.
I was gone on liquid concrete
Before I knew it I was dead.
Prayed laid down in a walnutshell of fear
So thi cursed paint would leak out,
This split,
In guilt self-decreed,
built a dam to my tears ,
A grey miller dressed in kilt
Crushed my seed to wheat.
I dreamt I met my mother
But words about fallen leaves\I cannot say to she
Who gave me life
and I see
splinters of light
in dismay, filled with fright.
A thread told me what’s right
but it’s cut out of sight,
Hope, but it showers in a pierced bucket,
Sought not seen, saves, yet doubt has a place now
enshrined
In a cortex deep inside.
Halvhari
