He’s been abruptly uprooted, as though a harsh hand to a fickle and distressed tree – these roots are wrongfully ripped from their wanton foundation
Unwillingly permitted, yet permitted nonetheless
The feels have been quite sensational, always were for their corrupt tendencies, paralysed to move
Alone and attempting to whistle with this precarious wind time again – relentless to never give in, the three of them – wind, air and hostile other man
Strung out and piled atop the gargantuan blur of thistle ‘n’ thorn, where also – rans take to silently die, the flagrant dance never so lost as branches break and hearts quake away to nothing but food for inside fire – one’s downfall another’s momentary desire