Any Last Words

As Wares swing in with each a bring,

to the deck of lung,

an Understanding.

The fleet of Wise fold the wings,

fly the Wire to speak seat dreams,

shed the Weep the earthy cries,

wipe the Towel with laddered snare.

Snap that shut to fling the bare,

in the back of shards few Lair,

Scrolls of Known written Stone,

chisel beam as shakes of boned.

Sew it Future in the rare provide,

the construct to seep the spied,

consider persons stuck by Mire,

that People say the route in choir.

Wrapping arms like Fish per bred,

of hugs to speech mark the Shed,

flames that spark with Fire in Neats,

scratch the Miles as belting Sheets. 

Gently close the doors of pain,

discontentment is not my gain,

embellish warmth as Sweaters coat,

remove the broke From Time inked Spoke!!