t u i le .

v e r r e .

une seule fleur

y o k e

s t i l l e .

f l e u r .

stung spin motion claps of daisies still

picked lone

lips on sills in brown study mill

to be powered side your mind 

adorn not a poker face  throughout time

here strong like you would dare to believe

I dance around with the sun, like a leaf

knowing is not a curse but one thing to hold

intangibly real, floating in and beneath the soul 

> wolf 

b r o w n - s t u d y

no time and so much time that it does not mean most to the silent man.

man of can of worms but not earthed ones moving tward the nourishment of land

no way an end yet ending one way, an oxymoron slime

lined movements of time, beat marked memories spun like wool cries

sublime

soul in paradise humming , silly plan

no map mountains, coward-ess clam

pearls are of the insides adorned raw

when open to sleeveless heart strings

you, i adore .

> wolf