wallow the trench
and bring the fence
ancestor of them hollow memories
windy afternoons ,
sandy taste of the blow
walking up the same hill
acquire some skill
bring the glory
farming snails
captivating horizons
into the world of them nymph
sailing away like swans
be here and then gone
veiling the truth
nakedness of the sky
altar of fancy dances
waiting for its prey
dense dance
till dawn
till the tail breaks the light
into a smirking smite
blot and murky
just like before
them heavy plight
flowing through thoughts
nefarious just like
everything else
