Shadowed skies that plum The heart of infants, a strum, Moved through bristles of walking wind Kissed the dell once a moment, And I’d dwell through lonesome seas.
Tag: Introverted
I Drift Further Among Away (Of Myself).
You fear the wind, You fear the chance, You fear plagues and of death; Little auspicate, you’re winded, and drenched By son of Ares and Aphrodite, A little auspicate, therefore dreamt the worst;
Of This I Find.
I had walked and walked, The faint air upon the dark, dark thin and frail lot; Midnight, and I bother, To think of such things
A Prelude Open.
That it was with all fright, with all fright, That the tree’s eye was as dead as her lady’s.
Pseudopsychosis. 