
Another saturation of self with shallows..
Alack, a lack of wealth of words
Burning my ears to the point of ash
Doors closing, windows slammed downwards
Fealty internal�jocular projected
One little chortle to remind myself I'm still here
Drivel driving deceptive divots in my demeanor
Blandishment�the only sanctity
Would I rely on sanctity�.
Belay! Foul tongue not fit for a serpent A synapse should be rejoiced! You've chosen to sustain.