Time delivers grace in harmony.
Leading and following wherever it goes
Prayer gives way to fate
diamonds tell her tale
running painted freight
wind in the pines
tear the rot out by the roots
imagine a world without need of heroes
Life can be so Nabokov
Days gone by with endless promise, stolen quiet
murdered off by life, excruciatingly fast, and so beautiful
pick its decayed snaggled teeth
dreaming putrid schemes
I was your first when you spit
We drop our guard and follow, blinded by our lack of will.
judgment’s noose was tight