‘Finally’

Must gain our burgeoning trust
Just must make mammoth sense again- sizeably drenched in all of this wistful, wishful thinking

To breathe upright and perfectly perched improperly- like she forever dreamed of being
Once upon a long lost time ago

Go now, and simply let it be
This opportune thing

Footloose and fanciful f-r-e-e,
Wherein these demonic demons breathe no less intensified

Albeit creatively inclined
To only ever boost and to reintroduce themselves

To inescapably re-enter her blatantly reawakened nature

This problematically bestial venture guided either way forth-forward by the bellowing and twisted aside mellowed light

Knife-edge pledged unmitigated allegiance to the agonised cause of one such strifetime

This fixture-list has been killing her- bleeding, crawling knees, lost it all indeed
And she attempts to take treacherously inept heed and to feed right by the underdog’s sullenly suggestive demise

Open these tired eyes- widely, wisely, please
And simply let it all be

F-i-n-a-l-l-y

Albeit… ‘fraid to vacate and to sadly, sorrowfully say, too little too late

These pretty years, these fallen tears, have stolen away an important piece of everything- brilliance relinquished and she feels it, feeds it all…

At breakneck speed tumulted onto unawares she

Breathes none too easily