The lost cause of
how you used to be?
The wilted cæmellia
tucked behind the hero/ine’s ear?
Wilt
wither and thither.
Return to stasis,
never static, sugarfoot.
But, what you chew up and
cannot swallow
will feed your
root structure.
Poison returns if you
leave it elsewhere.
Sum it up and send it
Back to the earth
Quake for rebirth.
You saw a wryneck
Hum
In shallow waters of a
Good place to be
Candide.
The best of whose
Possible worlds?
It is how you
See the question.
Just glad to hear
The presumption of my
Body is no assumption.
Getting ready
To be fretted
For being willing
To be the bay-at-sea/c.
A cistern formed by basins of shale
Far beneath and beyond
The pale where
Sun is always shadowed
But for somme.
WrittenCasey 