feels

please
make not
me ask-
the
silence
to
resonate
dissonant
sound,
when eves
shut eyes
weaving tapestried
lies
somewhere,
deep,
they sway
through dawns
swept dusks
others softly
setting say
this
emptiness,
chaotic as
it may;
could have,
should have,
merely must
may

what crisis
identity knows not,
how closing that
cosmos and stitching
stardust have
anything done with
their everything
gone

and afar
they drift
when apart,
to memory,
succumb;
their keep,
in cherish
of thought
they pray

oh fire,
please kiss them
this evil to rest,
in folly and fate
a bittersweet crest;
their, flame
fettish waltz
any weighs worth
through poorly knit
cobblestone
country and girth
o'er brooks of ms. mary
and grace do them drift
the solace of lily
in amber embrace
a solemn serene
fades entropy
clear to focus
fell

in heavens envy
of hells apathy
rest as ye must dear,
rise as ye may,
forget not the feel
either way


~Deus fortuno