Suspended In limbo Can't feel The ends Of my Heart beats Can't fill my Lungs with the Air it needs Every tear drop Feels like a wound still bleeding- like the rain falling- through my mind like a distant calling to the lolling of a muffled trolly-chime's tolling, of its returning- bringing home the dead- their beloveds yearning for their remains to be gently laid to rest in the peace of Mother's darkening-hollowed breast. . . . Disbelief of shadowed waters running along dried and dusted river-rocked beds twisting all-diffrent directions without movement nor magnetizing compulsion to quench such dehydrated listless root branches reaching by stretches to nothing but heated left over scales of others who could not keep up with the failure of wetness return with its nutrients and soakedful-beds of relieving liquid. . . . . . Covered Hidden Unknown Unbidden Cherished Forgotten Expended Forgiven to be surrendered as nothing desperate for consideration of investments of relationship of wisdoms and companionship to creative imaginationings- inevitable seperationings without to sudden of lost findings inside memories already discovered fogging and fading into life's unmentionables though valued now back inside the for-now-rooms and thus lost and abandoned to the current crisis or favored timelines. The only crime- those left aside with hopes to clarify some path toward a little paradise for to us, and from sight of our eyes, even happiness personified, for all others- leaves something to be desired- for all we gave and sacraficed . . . . Maybe- . . Right? . . . .
