o r a n g e

bloomed wattle among air still of a night stars suckle the abyss

might 

be sight intwined in memoir a wolfs kiss.

> wolf 

b r i o

Floral white footprints unfocused 

warped in waves ,

 cotton scent fresh like freedom seeds ,on wind locus 

there found ariled . 

Smiled. 

No .

 One . 

Can abnegate her brio now . 

> wolf 

p e r m e a t e

Allow.

With opened doors flung in the wind of sounds of thumping bosom.  

Yonder is green unlike a painted field only real can we truthfully feel 

> wolf 

< Blackmill- Friend>

o x

giveth a hand to venture, mot juste .

Tap shoulders of mountains caressed with clouds of lust 

Utmost 

Foresight then in time wild winds blow, tis the time of year 

novel it is with twists

Closely faraway 

> wolf 

n o r t h

pointing there. 

behind it there and light fondling branches there

permeating black see through-ness south of darkness north

there.

into inscrutable there-ness, 

she looks into lightsome next

to and beside herself with heart with rope tied to the sun 

>wolf 

zero-sum

Sail away friendly feathered moment

 time ship wrecked three sixty degrees south 

and circles there changed lucidity

 as water is salty smiles in minds, wise 

> wolf 

h u m

Trickling pianist heart like flutters of crackles of fires tepid to toes in wool of blustery outsides among a  rug floored reflections of and inside eyes floating by the song of a violin like somewhere home and too , far away.

 Lulling hums of tranquility beckon the spirit to soar wild 

with adventure far beyond ken. 

> wolf 

< Liminal- Luke Howard >