Needless to say, they shall make magnificent hay there
Where have you simply been
Bolstering your each n every door wide shut – just must amount to something free-ranged at being imperfectly preordained
And the shutters just must come down right round, how’s about we hold it together either way forth forward disguised?
Her eyes have been bleeding, by the bare-naked resilience of her bare-knuckled intelligence
Caught kite whilst eating the spine-tingling flame of rambunctious f-i-r-e
And one such country home steps right into the severed setting of demonically estranged oblivion …
Feels a tad bit sacrilege and strange at being real, don’t you simply think it means to be somewhat fair purposeful again …
All demons disgustingly, disgruntingly, re-prioritised – yet, why, oh why has it all of it been so very abruptly contrary, and popular to poplar tree belief
Needlessly broken by the penetrating roots to its pedantic behaviour, to save and settle to somehow saviour and flavour
These manic moments in crucifying time …
Storm Brian – winding and dining midst this terrifically, treacherously foreboding wisdom of its own upsetting accord to whichever comes first
The needle or the segregated haystack
We will sit with our frustrated selves time again, unwinding whilst we attempt to take all of it back
On track and prepared to go toe-to-toe with the snow, the rain, this dishevelling pain – please, if you just must, rain down upon our forefathers grounds for God awful jurisdiction and let it finally, inevitably, altogether invitingly be … tame at best
Thumping, beating, seething warlord chests – ready whenever you are … here we all were
