.untitled, thus far.

bone of the soul

earth below ground

no crystals . a cave with tight spaces.

your words come different, while

with your question come forth

sense of

another world

metaphors, inuendos

a door into an other world

painting dark

i hold myself proud and read

it all

a medieval verse, a tale

of gone days

these days

your days

not mine


sharp bits the tongue

rendered down with shades

from a darker day