I saw
I breathe
I am
I know
A dream
Is 'neath
Towers
Arco
If Law
Is Wreath
I aim
To stow
Some day
That dream
Will raise
The ground
Heaven
Once was
Merely
A stone
So Awe
The Key
Then We
Elope
______________
I know what she was, and she is no longer.
...
There isn't anything to take care of. I have to remind myself of that. Nothing that's anything remotely like what she intended. Or, "was going to 'do,'" rather. If any sort of key-stone thing could have been found here, well...
Oh god, what time is it.
YOU ARE READING
What You're Missing
PoetryA collection that's related to Unspeakable, and is featured in it, but that's also distinct enough in purpose that I want it to stand alone simultaneously. #2.5~
