Dear Die Early

[ControlDenied]

When a walk down the rand
there is a node in the bend
squeaking like the shin of gods
planning out these silken roads.
Make me happy, static
breath of beasts so erratic.
When I move, you move.
In this world there is nothing
to prove
that can't be cut off when
changing at the base and stem
a new wave from us to them:
Another goodbye, another
hello
To the dangerous glow
another poem.

 

[New]

A nice, little jaunty piece.

 

[manic_panic]

short and to the point. I like it.