Hate to tell the story
Somehow enough, a love's theory
Of how things start fiery
Become happy ever after lately
Curse every attempt I intend
All the messages I sent
To kill space between palms
When enough courage comes
Into the artist inside trait
Show you what I hate
Wide-open the closed fences
That you may enter the recess
Yours, own it, not mine
Passion's unending strings of line
HKA • MMXV
