| Wither |
| As the pages turn the rotation churns through the imagination tender thoughts are rationed sodomise the excavation Ticking clock silently echoes dripping honey words to forego brew the molasses through the whole hole presents the truth I know Abruptness of the thunderbolt dig for treasure to a fault a light too startling breeds revolt moves the hand that locks the vault A moon devoured suns that rose through hills of eyes and temper the dose treacle words confirming woes is the curtain falling to a close? The seed withers abysmal Impotent black and small squirm through sinew of a soul the shadow of a smile that enthralls |