Tree^Cull

The seer's of eyes in rolling bursts of memory,

for the move of course, 

so the Tenth of degree,

its normal for the mind on a rein.  

These days the sorrow hangs quietly, 

a drive to good ole numb, 

that is the rattler of the tale and,

the bet was no rum.  

I blanket tall to stories reel, 

the product of a mentioned peel, 

the dark hour, 

the long minutes, 

that stretch to speak a moments window.  

Out forecasts the weather chills,

the tears become the ice that is found,

that cheek once new a dimple,

now it grew a frown,

the root of lumbered loud.

Now tremble to this tambourine and state a sink,

the scent of a potential trouble so aptly life on living through,

immediately jump up,

dance to the muse and do this connection for the health of the raise ores edge,

over-time!!

Be grade to a graduate,

the class of university that did say know,

odd to that is my name is know body,

but that is the traveling skeleton under the skin,

the energy of the mind stating silence,

the planted route of spinners,

remember the date of the buzz and ring it out gently, 

for it is your life in the realized,

the creek of that rivers wild and now,

you're a dial.