…to leave and measure up another realm
while walking away or into this space
they come and go like monotony
In desperation sometimes In apathy

…Unjust lies awake in parts that mended
The iron clad seats are resisting the cold
with blood and smiles and a strange silver glow
when dancers slip down in rabbit holes

…designed to prey and glide in dreams
with parts of weapons and anomalies
the cut that drew its blood one time
did not do justice to finding peace

…in a rush of blue blood to the head
and pride and honor with a little digress
the love of self was lost in seams
the faith of a burial seemed close at hand

…it was time to leave and leave for good
to play the parasite in its own accord
when the circle goes round to loose itself
it is only then, that it comes around