Oh, What new languages may come As The Heads of Fate Are Guests Tranquil Taking of A Heart In Love's Silhouetted Garden The Other-ness of words
Our new times Are the worst Ties
Because The Softest Lips Tell the most precious Secrets
Forget the broken backed stretch across a painted Background you've never experienced. Forget the lazy days of daydream departure to faraway Laughs you've never heard. Forget the backwards walk through liminal windows you Never knew existed.
Forget the bells tolling an hour of redemption, a Minute of fancy you've never been given. Forget the love letters penned by sad faced boys You've never met. Forget the unwritten, uncollected works of the poet You never were.