undone by my want of shine
of lustre propels stands as
are not moons pretending to
we are pendants of fullness
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.