word me a line
to align with the truth
if love cannot cross
then
arc me a tangent
to at least show
the feel of life
is still real
inferior to grandeur
of word
that others pour freely
aorta is severed
by
serrated blade tongues
that leave matured wine to run
cold, luscious life
adorn me with joy
if only in peace of a moment
wisp … through the looking glass
step now so sprightly …
should we run to the other side, shall we go lightly?
shards flay my flesh
we greet in dawn of tides
ancestry wields the trump
"Fortis in Arquis" -- "Strength in Numbers"
They bid us now come ... to the other side__at last.
