True blue syphilitic grace, aligned
Pellucid intentions of thine
The knot wood overgrown nursery is reflecting
"Cerebrum tuum putrida"
The Goldfinch and the Tern have begun feasting on what's been left
The grey matter that the soul mate rejected
Cannot subsist on seed husks
Where did it go? The sense of enchantment, the endeavors of pa**ion?
Thinning hair line, lost in inception, time elapses
The cobbled foundation, so simply begotten, stands monolithic
Wander, swift fox. For love is gone, fertility has pa**ed
Wander, swift fox. For love is gone