Stealing the Nsults from under yr tongue
the yearning furnace NBtween yr lungs
nestling up to the wounded moon
her distracted eye has Npired many a tune
carve yr craving N2 my carcass
fresh 2 death & early 2 rise
I walked the farthest
2 look away from yr eyes
the painful greeting Id seen N my dreams
only this time Im shackled 2 marbled memories
of things mistaken 4 granting a wish
washed clean by the realization that we R not timeless