Unto The Uncouth

It seems a softsound found me.It seems I releaseall my soft things. I do not want it,dulcet tender sort.I breathe now afirey blazing retort. I seek truth in ahand I carry close.No one ever seesits lethal little dose. Ask me and I’llshy away from you.Ask me and I’lldance it in a tune. The truth it…

Task At Hand

So soon I lookback to dayswhere I exerta mental state. I trace placesI try to surmisethis feeling underwatchful eyes. I know I’m solidI know I’m fitfor the task athand I submit. I’ll be me thebest I know how.I know of placesI am at rest now. I can be me if fora moment in time.Place gentle…