beyond a fragile bridge in a slow dreamk
takes place the last lightning bolt
Roaming the earth, groaning in caves
I wake to see the world go wild in a vision or in none
temper the heat, save me from words flies above
the certainty of death
enjoy the feast, bugspray the guests,
When it was rotten and ready to break?
Neither fall, nor gold, nor red.
You who haunted me in life,
The healing wheel of the engine.
In future rains I’ll sit by new fires
Saints and consolations and the flame so kind.
So whatever plan you have for me
Only momma dears along the years
all rights reserved