undone by my want of shine
the lack
of lustre propels stands as
night we
are not moons pretending to
be stars
we are pendants of fullness
tried tried
/
Wearing the sworn gold God in mayhem - conjure me up a stone, round, sloppy Within This dust has become anon it breathes what whether wished
I really like this one. The what is, what will be
And ” pendants of fullness”. Tried.
Roind and sloppy.
I shall come back to this one. Again.
Thanks Audra. And the hope is that it might say something else the next time around. See you.