Love Was Not My Firth Answer It Was My Ride

In a slow dance with my Mind in A Film of tears to the dry docks of locked at See,

in distant rails to the trains of a Milky Ways placid lather on drippings of the Stars to sail,

crossing the divides The Rifts and the missed Cancer be that Taurus ring,

singing a breadth touch the shoulder of what has not fallen to the trace of fresh Air to Hymn.

Scattered amongst humanity is the feeling of daze & compete to Complete no send,

just slip cut to shrink slapped again these are the storys that banked by swagger to bend,

as that waist of mine is only the crutch for the belt that is a jail to chain gangs,

breathing a tack that has saddled my girth with this earth of skirt to shirt a tie on the Collar.

Priest to sash the Tassel of the slash is an Alphabet soup on the ankle,

bars that heavy a sound to the known of hobbles worn by my laned life,

lines to sentence the prison of the shoe sewn bare to the Feat of the sighed,

ask for an etch to draw upon the Mind.

Brain sorrow is the Wares of the dimensional flew on the core of the Fire blue,

answer sweet child of mine the shelf of Human Beings have eaten the trees grove,

in this simple port of Cherries on the popular is the splitting of the legs to bone the thigh to stoned,

treasured by the sky dear child of sign Make weary the tremble as the dealt is copper pen,

ink flowing Creek in the river signature of Worlds apart before the spend,

to that I speak in the gentle breeze to Storm that a Steed.