It's probably okay, I probably don't care.
She pours herself into her dress, body a comely insurrection.
Maybe she's apt for rapture, more likely avid self-deception.
I lack the gumption to divulge sentiment to fair people, often tempting a leap.
Then halted by a noose. Of who's design? A truth quite steep.
Ive started writing stories, truth doused in heavy fiction.
Keep your heart above your head, your crimes are now dereliction.
Wave to the children standing on the shoreline.
Porcelain paper tunics tucked tight behind their spines.
I believe we're in consensus when I say it's all my fault.
Every physical turmoil, every emotional tumult.
You dont know where I'm from, no idea where I've been.
Will you part with predilections, just notify me when.
The physical impossibility of death in the mind of someone living.
Credentialism haunts the smith who's "inept" for iron forging.
Look at me, why am I so small and so angry?
I cannot emphasize enough how many times a dream has hurt me.
It started as a row, an internal fracas.
A tightrope not taut. An ineloquent Degas.
Promise me you wont leave before I'm home.
